It is quiet. Where has all the laughter of the children gone? They used to annoy me, with their shrill gaiety at the school-morning hour. Now that I’m away, I seem to miss them.
Actually, now that I’m away, I seem to be missing a lot of things.
I miss the familiar confines of my neighbourhood, the familiar faces of my neighbours, the familiar smell of the air around.
I miss life. I used to have a passion for life. Somewhere along the way, though, it became lost. Truth be told, life is tiring now.
Until the other day when I heard the shrill laughter of children getting ready for school, did I realise, it was here all along.