Normalcy

I smell something.
What scent can it be?
Searching.
Oh, a scent of normalcy, which i kiss goodbye to last Friday night.
A scent that my normal living routine furnishes, boosts of, and vibrates strongly with.
It is not that sort of scent which permeates though my hostel. Not the scent of air stagnancy due in large part to the poor ventilation of my room. Nor it is the scene that exudes from the stockings that lie on the floor mat which flanks my hostel door.
 It is a subtle mixture of everything, as a whole.
As the convivial interlude comes to its full-stop, it made its pregnant appearance, slowly, gradually, securing of its inevitability.
To some, allegedly, it comes in a freaking loom, coming to realize how fast the seconds of holiday have slipped through from every single event that allows them to take a ditch from their daily regimes.  


I get a hunch over something.
What totem can it be?
Thinking.
Oh, a harbinger that heralds the not-so-pleasant comeback of the boring routine, and the responsibility that pins with it.
It is not really obvious to sight, to touch and to the innate instinctive reception, but profound as for its significance.
It actually signals our obligation to, again, lift up the onus, the responsibility which we had left it over a ephemeral period from where it was left.
In the other words, without the responsibility knowingly rested on our shoulders, we are going nowhere.


I feel something.
What feeling can it be?
It is a feeling of tiredness, of the kind which you will normally find before you gird up your loin to brace yourself for the inevitable, but not after a short, empowering rest.
Life is basically inevitable, alongside the sweetness, sourness, bitterness and spice that comprise it.
To be investigative, they are just external stimuli over which we got little, if not completely no control.




Again, I smell something.
Now, what is it?
It is the smell of my room, following the picture materialized within my current captivity which i reflexively address it as my room.
It hits me, just as i laid my fingers on the keyboard, eyes on the screen of the laptop which overlooked one laid-back corner of my room, aforementioned.
It is like nothing had happened before, or just that i was too tired to recall how had my life been over the pass one week.
With my dear house mates barging in, smirking, teasing around, the smell had never been stronger.

But, somewhere deep inside my heart core, left something which i subconsciously hold dear to.
Something like, a rather vague memory, yet a happy one, about how i had spent my one and only 2012 Chinese new year with my endearing family over a joyful week..