With a Heavy Heart...
He took a look at the three glass cabinets made exclusively for his place. It was filled with knick knacks and curios from all around the globe. He took a glance at the dining table, with its display that changes in season. Then a short glimpse at the living room set which was used for a few hours by his friends who came to visit once upon a time and celebrated a birthday, the first and the last of a celebration.
The house was filled with memories, both happy and sad. It was where he found his one and true love, someone who is missed whenever he visits the place. It was where his cousins came for pictorials as the interior itself was like lifted from a page of a house design magazine. It was where he dreamt of his late grandmother visiting by the entrance of the bedroom door smiling and saying, "Welcome back!". It was where he sought refuge during his down days. It was where he spent his summers and some winters of his life. And it was where he remembered vividly his mom crying and saying, "No, no, I don't want to sell this building!", which was her last conversation with him.
Gone! No more drinking glasses or the ornate plates purchased from a well known ceramic factory. No more mug collection that toasted stories of friendships and successes. No more of the wooden tables that became display areas for artworks. No more of the prized table and chairs that became a resting space during bouts of loneliness in the veranda. No more of the paintings that were collected from his numerous trips abroad or the quilt that draped the beds to warm the bedrooms. It was now devoid of colors. It was saddening.
His last day was chaotic, running errands and doing what he must finished in due time. At the crack of dawn, as he pulled the last of his two suitcases filled with clothes and books, he stopped and listened once more to the eerie sound of the empty hallway. Goodbye...and an echo reverberated within the room. With a heavy heart, he bade farewell not to all the material things but to the memories and stories of his life.
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Hang in there!
No need. This is just documented for history purposes. I also love writing this way.
And a new life begins.
Sir Jo, tungkol po ba ito dun sa pinagbili nyong bahay dito sa Pinas?
Kahit madamdamin ang post, happy weekend pa din :)
Yes, it is my place and I find writing about it uplifting. This may be a sad post but it is the beginning that I look forward to. I like the metaphors of the words I used :)
Ano pa nga ba eh blog ko ito so it is me, ha,ha,ha. Sometimes inspirations come in many ways and writing about my experiences back home makes learning a more fruitful endeavour.
isa na naman ito sa mahusay mong naisulat, gustong-gusto ko habang binabasa ko ito kasi napaka-descriptive (tama ba? haha) ng pagkakasalaysay, mabubuo talaga sa isip mo ang istorya, at tugma pa ang ginamit mong mga larawan! :)
hindi ko lang po alam kung may kinalaman ito sa present mong kalagayan, o sadya lang na nakakuha ka ng inspirasyon mula sa mga larawan, pero kahit ano pa man, ang isinulat mo ay parang isang eksena sa isang dramatikong pelikula, nai-imagine ko talaga :)
Thank you, thank you. This is a literary piece that I am so proud of because it was from the heart. I wanted to show the difference between the beginning and the ending but won't give the answers now. Will wait if someone will see it.
I love to write like this and I am thinking of doing more so that I could practice. Also I am enjoying making stories out of pictures. Have a great week ahead!
Mahirap pero kailangan and writing it in here makes me better as a person.
I had this mantra of letting go, letting go during the winter break and it helped me a lot to stay calm even when I am to shout and lose sanity. It is difficult but we can always start anew. and when a new beginning is present, we can always be sure that the journey will be better because of our learning experiences.
Where do I get the motivation to write? From everyday things and situations. I see a dead leaf and I can write something about it or the smirk of a person and I can actually rant about it as well.
I will be writing a series about this, with a heavy heart, and will make transformation in the character's personality.
Magandang araw, Jonathan. God bless.
Very well said, can't disagree with the writing thing, it is my primary reason why I blog. And as I put into print the images in my mind, the picture it brings to the reader is the one that will bind us as writers and readers.