Classes have already started. Like in the past after my retirement from work, I am alone again in the house with no one except my pet dog ‘Puti’ to accompany me throughout the day.
Much as I wanted to keep myself busy with my plants, I had no choice but to stay indoors because of the inclement weather. In my solitude, I often wonder what else is in store for me in the years ahead. I have already lost interest in watching telenovelas; tired of going out for lack of companionship; I hate turning the pages of family photo albums because it only reminds me of sad memories.
My only consolation is listening to the music of yesteryears while reminiscing the good old days when the people I loved the most, my kids, were still alive. I thank God that once in a while some of my friends would call me to check if I am just fine. I enjoy watching old photos being posted by friends on their FB wall showing how we looked decades ago. I appreciate their efforts to remind me that they care about me.
One time, my old-time buddy Joy C. Alvero invited me to stay in her farm for a change of environment. I was picked up at home by his family driver so I can relax and spend three days with her. It was fun recollecting our days as young adults and retelling exciting anecdotes that kept us laughing till the wee hour of the night.
In the morning, I relished the sight of her pet cats and dogs gleefully playing on the verdant grass still wet with morning dew. The variety of flowers in bloom add beauty to the place while the sweet scent is very comforting to the soul. The poetic surrounding is so conducive to writing short stories and poems. If I could only stay there for long, I may be inspired to write romantic stories for my column. Actually, Joy was inviting me to occupy the extra room in her 3-storey house during weekends but I cannot find it in my heart to leave Nene alone. I never imagined in the past that I would be alone most of the time when I reached this age. It’s sad but I know I have to learn to accept what was, what is and what will be.
Melinda Bagsic Evangelista
I was born to write and I believe that’s my calling. I love writing because it brings me to the realm exclusively of mine. It is also my opinion that “immortality” can be achieved not by searching for the Holy Grail and drinking from it but by living your life worth-writing or writing something worth-reading. Since I cannot promise you a life worth-writing, I keep myself busy writing something worth-reading. I am thankful to God for giving me the talent and skill to see life in different perspectives not seen by many and the courage to share it to my readers. This first ever Tutubi Digital News Magazine is a perfect avenue to bring you the many facets of life that you can ponder upon in this time of the pandemic. Enjoy reading all the articles.
