The Sigh

It was empty. A loneliness in itself. The echoes of every syllable of sound, sends an eerie shiver to every nook and corner. The layers of dust have started to torment the once polished tables of oak. The lustre of the marble tiled floors, lost to the stain of dirt and grime. The chandelier, illuminating in its light, now just an ornament to its once vibrant history. Giving light to many folk and people.

But now, an emptiness. He heaved a sigh. On his favourite chair, he closes the book that captivated his mind hours ago. He heaps it on his coffee table, already cluttered with other books. Takes a sip from his already cold coffee, bitter, but sweet in itself.

Another sigh. He looks out the window. The once lively and cared for garden, now at the mercy of weeds and pests. Beyond the wall, bustling with activity. The onrushing wave of people. About their business. Children, on the way to school. They skip in their joy. Vibrant yet painful. A glimpse of the poor and needy, the society’s neglect.

He smiles. A lonely smile. Like them too, he was neglected. By the fate of life itself, thrown into the life of hardship. A life where misery was aloft, always ready to strike. As a child he could not understand. His family, dead, victims of a plague that he was immune, so said the doctors. He watched, his family, fall one by one to the illness. A death overtaken by another. A sadness now ingrained within him.

Then he was left, alone. With nothing. It was then, he strived, to conquer the challenges. With the words from his mother’s deathbed “Be strong and live, my son”.

He sighed. He survived. He overcame the forces that could have crushed him when the last breath of his family was extinguished. With endurance, he strove to be the best, not just among the best. Awarded excellence in university, secured a career, then a business.

He opened his diary. Read its contents, to the last few pages. The last page, dated 44 years ago. When he was 3rd year into his university life. He was then, still struggling. Juggling studies and work. For his future. There he met. A maiden of sorts. A feeling which he could not describe when his eyes beset her. An emotion, that was almost lost forever. They grew close, they cared, the affections between them the envy of everry couple.

Yet, it was not to be. He was shunned, by her parents. For he was poor. A future not confirmed. A sapling, its roots not yet deep within the earth. The girl was taken away, harshly, never to be seen again.

Now he was here. He has proven himself to the world itself. Perserverd through the challenges that made him human. But, he could not find within himself. Not an inch within his heart did he ever could, or ever would, love the way he did. A memory held him back. The memory of a girl, which brought him near to tears just with a thought. Nothing satiated this sadness. He beared with it. Until now.

The last sigh. Was it death calling? Or was it just another wail of his aching limbs? He slumped once more in his chair. Closed the diary and held it close to his heart. Now, with eye-lids closing, he smiled. A hearty smile. He was at peace.


~~~YES, I had writers block! ^^ I'm still rusty, havent written for a long time, so bear with it ok ^^~~~
lamun:hopes to write better stories