Ritma kipas siling makin perlahan.
Mr Popper’s Penguin hilang dari skrin TV.
White noise lessen and lessen to a stop.
Only once a year this happens usually. Kerap lagi kalau di Limbang dulu.
Bingar kesunyian menyelubungi rumah.
I’m one of those people who sometimes thrives in silence. I don’t know why.
Mama, however, feels the need to fill the in blanks.
Minda berlegar mengingatkan blog yang sudah berkian lama sudah berhabuk. Keputusan UPSR. Sepupu sudah mendapat anak! Cuti sekolah. Tak dapat cuti lagi. Tukar? Tak tukar? Kerja kerja kerja.
Kemudian teringatkan permainan kad yang dibeli untuk waktu-waktu terluang. Waktu-waktu terluang yang seringkali sejakduamenjak ini diisi oleh idiotbox dan gajet-gajet yang memerlukan punca kuasa.
My geek side keeps UNO and Game of Life handy.
Playing the Game of Life in the stillness of the afternoon made me reminisce.
Those simple days of youth where we; my siblings and I; had nothing but each other to entertain. We had Monopoly, Scrabble, chess and UNO. We had the silliest fight over the ‘official rules’ of buying Park Lane or was zit an official word, or had UNO been said before the last card was put down.
One of the craziest moment of this 21st century was when my whole group sitting together during the LINUS course,BUT talk to each other via WhatsApp in our group forum. I’m thinking of sending my Avatar out sometimes to replace my physical presence. This is a joke, by the way.
Our physical form are present when we are with our loved ones but we minds and bodies are under influence of a third party.
Kami keluar untuk membeli lilin, kemudian pusing-pusing di sekeling taman melihat suasana senja.
“Rugi tak bawak G11..”
“Hmm…” jawab Mama. Then she continued her chatter.
When we turned the corner into my lane, the traffic light was already on again. The TV was on, and we sat down and looked at the idiotbox like nothing happened. The candles were put aside and so were my thoughts.
Then the lights went off again. The stillness again.
Alhamdulillah, my laptop was turned on as i was writing this. I opened the sliding door a bit for some air, light up the candles. And proceeded to type this.
Low chatter fills the room as i nod again and again to Mama.
“Welcome back, me” . I type to myself.
The months long hiatus was just a temporary blackout.
2014 is coming and I am praying for better things to come, and to write.