I LOVE the lull of the afternoon.
There are other times of the day that I like, like the freshness of a new morning and the stillness of the night.
But the afternoon holds its own special charm – not when you’re at work and it passes you in a blur.
Its charm is only apparent when you are not in a rush and can sit still and savour each and every moment of it.
Like how I am now, alone, typing away on the keyboard.
It is a Tuesday, and it a rare privilege to be home at this hour of the day.
Nobody disturbs me. Only the whirring of the fan accompanies me.
In the distance, I can hear the rattling of the tracks as the MRT pulls its way into the station.
Overhead, a lone plane flies across the sky.
I am reminded of my growing up years when I would rush home from school every day for lunch, then spending the afternoon by myself working on my homework.
My grandma would be nodding off, with her half-finished sewing in hand while my aunty would occasionally offer cups of tea, biscuits, sweets, snacks to me as I try to complete the assignment at hand.
It’s those afternoons that I miss now. I never thought then that those simple moments would be remembered fondly ten years on.
But as grown-up life now gets more hectic and rushed, it’s those golden hours of the day spent in learning, and with my loved ones, that I will always cherish and hold in my heart.
