The usual farmer’s market; people going around, buying vegetables, bargaining and chattering their mouths out. I see men staring at women, I see women exchanging glances. The sky was pale, clouds were scattered and feeble and the sun was about to set.
I walked further past children crying for toys, parents covered their eyes, vendors selling popcorn amidst the blares of distant train horn. This is a strange feeling, I’m telling you, when you’re hungry and not in the mood to eat, when you see food and just walk across the street, something doesn’t feel right and you’re in conflict with yourself and fight; it’s complicated. I let out an uneasy smile which attracted stares which tell me I’m crazy bonkers.
Strange. I knew this street just a minute ago and now I don’t even recognise it. An unsettling feeling sets in telling me I’m somehow lost; I’m anxious. The heart starts pounding like drum beats in Nordic music, the eyesight is blurred and the entire body experiences a quake from the inside like you’re made of tectonic plates. The steps continue while my mind tries to find a way back home.
“When you lose your way in this world, look for a path in your words. “ says my mind and I sit down on a staircase trying to piece my thoughts together.
“Get inside, it’s time for dinner” I hear a voice and feel a hand on my shoulder. My raised head and blurry vision tell me, “it’s dad and you’re home.”