Abnormality....Starter

               There are some days when she sits, watching the people ; the young and old,  listening to some punk bands, and  that one which she got her beloved some years ago. Then something bips, startles  her and she is overcome by gratefulness. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for today.” Or on a very busy days when the kids buzz like bees for unknown reasons, thus she will lost her temper. When this happens, she will take a sip of light coffee, leans her back in her chair, open her laptop, plays some hard_beating musics those her relatives hate most. There are moments in her life that she feels so bored with her routines, her square office room, the pathetic blue walls everywhere and.. oh ! a fortunate for they don’t get box of shame put.

           On Sunday when most  saved people come to His house to do worship, still, she stands on her feet ; unshaken mind ; the stubborn. For  she thinks that religion is too small for the huge Almighty.  Then the leaves rustle  and she walks in the backyard, brainstorming or thinking about the life , she marvels that she is alive and gets to experience moments such as these.   “Thank you for the pain. Thank you for the toil. Thank you for the confusion and boredom and hopes not achieved, not achieved yet.”  She whispers under her breath. 

           It was a super sunny day, yet a little bit dusty – for those who worked outside, it must be a horrific day.  Her sight passed the the creamy window frame – old ones, which termites must had gobbled them for years.  For a moment, she tries to recall for nothing about the day when the rose- apple tree in her backyard beard fruits. Yeah those were the days hard work forever paid. She grins a bit, looks down to her phone , noticing she has achieved something in her life ; submerged.