Initial Thoughts- A Day Out With Myself


“Hey girl! Do you want to have a picnic at the park later at 12 noon? I haven’t seen you for ages!” Sarah’s voice resounded in my ears. "Ages"? I just met Sarah not long ago, in fact, only 5 days ago. That did not qualify for the word “ages” to be used, I mused. My mind drifted to Jonas’ society, where precision of language was of utmost importance. Sarah would have been brought aside for a brief talk.

“Hello? Anyone there?” Sarah’s voice was like an invisible hand that pulled me back to reality.

“Yes, I am still here. I will see you at the park then!”



After packing the food and snacks into a small basket, it was time to leave home. Home. I paused a while to dwell on this word. This word had always seemed so minute, and sometimes even obsolete. Jonas did not have a home. He lived in a dwelling, a word so distant and detached from the love and comfort home could offer. This moment has defined home's importance to my being.

Upon reaching the park, I took a quick glance at my watch. It was five minutes past twelve. Sarah was late as usual. I decided to have a quick walk around the park. The sky, a charming hue of blue, was dotted with clouds, birds were chirping a beautiful song, and flowers of a thousand colours bloomed everywhere. Oh the magnificent works of nature!

The apple had changed.
I could hear music.

Voices crept into my head.
I gasped in sheer shock.