My contract ends the day after tomorrow.
My careless House Owner hasn't realised yet, I think.
I stare at the walls of my apartment that I painted in my favourite color and at small jasmine plant I planted in balcony.
Would my House Owner scrape off pistachio green paint from the walls and replace it with his favourite grey when I am gone?
Maybe he would at least look after my jasmine, wouldn't he?
I tell you I do feel a little jealous about the next person who'd get to live here.
But I know, apartments are meant to be lived in.
So it's okay...
I will miss my favourite corner in my apartment from where little yellow sunshine entered and although I have cribbed about that least favourite place with faded paint all along, I will miss that too.
All my things lay scattered on the floor, waiting to be packed while I spend hours staring at pictures on the walls.. sniffing jasmine in the balcony... singing the same songs over again this apartment has gotten used to...
Less than two days remain; I haven't packed a thing and I haven't searched for any other apartment.
And honestly speaking, I keep wondering if my House Owner is going to ask me to stay.
Hope is a terrible thing.
#Afterthought:
ReplyDeleteSome relationships come with an expiry date right from the day they start off. This one's dedicated to them. Apartment represents a relationship here. Narrator wonders if the good things they have done together (jasmine plant and her favourite paint) shall stay and be remembered after she is gone. While she is a bit jealous knowing she won't be the last woman in his life, she understands that life goes on. She muses that she is going to miss the things she has cribbed about along with the things she has loved about the whole time spent (sunshine as well as faded paint). In the end, she hopes she is asked to stay anyway.
- Wonderfully Weird