I was feeling lost a few days ago, were you? It was the same people and same voices. Before, I would only travel in my dreams. I dreamt of tasting famous street foods, meeting old friends, making new friends and the wind caressing my hair. I used to look outside the window and see nothing left to be seen. I wished for the traffic to return, the yellow bridge to get filled with honking cars, the people to take a stroll in the nearby park.

I was feeling lost a few days ago, were you? I looked outside the window again, and saw things unfamiliar. The empty roads again; nothing changed. Where were the honking cars, where was the traffic? Yet again, there was no soul wandering outside. But I bet the air was fresh, smelling like cherry blossoms or fruits or the fragrances from ‘distant lands.’

Today I look outside again, wishing for the better world. And I see it. Shops are finally opening, the children are laughing and playing football together. United at last. I go outside as well and breathe my first breath. It does smell amazing. Just like I imagined it to be.

By Tarushi

Blogging 2020 Lost Short story