She would scream at the slightest excitement. It is perhaps in her nature, to do something like this, that one had to, immediately divert their attention to her high pitched voice, only to find out that she is merely raving about videos of a baby holding a baby cat being meowed by the mother cat. She’s watched this probably the twentieth time in succession. Is there revulsion in my tone? None, perhaps, but only annoyance.
I am waiting for his call, but it never came. I was woken up by my father instead. Here he tells me that my cousin shall be staying in my room for three months while she is interning, that my brother is getting engaged next week, that my sister went to camp and had to wade through mud as high as her chest, and that my mother is tired. I am removed from all this. My world is cocooned, confined only to the university and the house and the roads between them. Occasionally I run away to the big city, to watch Glen Hansard or Bloc Party perform, or to see my friends. I went away to Japan all on my own. But all these moments are rare, and the space between these acts evaporate. What significance do I look forward to but the calls from home, that shall tell me things that I am missing out of?
It is morning, and still I await his call. To be separated by distance and time is difficult. This is difficult.
I open my tub of yogurt and fill my bowl to half. Always go for vanilla. My friends have departed to the university to study. It is exam week anyway, and I have one tomorrow as well. I should, I should, I should move.
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