Suffocated by the absence of living things, overwhelmed by the presence of too many of them though caught up in two different worlds separated by differences not comprehended by the average mind, Lorel & Hardy set out on a crib hunt
Captured by the imagination of privacy but not intimidated by loneliness the journey began, the first day of crib hunt ended up in seeing a place bigger than the pocket size and meeting an old couple who for some reason wanted to protect them beyond comprehension though asked for none. To counter disappointment the day ended feasting on things they don’t remember.
Desperateness made them end up in a place which was plagued by creatures of different species.
Like children let out into the playground from a classroom, the journey began with excitement in everything they saw or touched. Even the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling made their hearts leap for joy that sleep evaded their eyes.
The excitement slowly died down and the creatures made their lives peril some that the door seemed so far away for fear of being mauled and the stench made their noses explode. Every morning Lorel & Hardy toiled to reach the door playing hide and seek with everything which moved and an air freshener in hand to avoid the stench. Though the excitement faded sleep still evaded, giving a glimpse of sweet rest in the wee hours of the morning. Every morning it was the same routine of rushing and pushing each other to make it on time.
The journey was even more peril some for the two owing to a wrecked shoulder and a destroyed knee respective to both preventing both from carrying their livelihoods up and down hill. One got robbed the other fell in ditches with the only silver lining of a few superheroes in their lives saving them from a thieves or from tiny creatures threatening to displace them from their cribs.
In the midst of all of this their sole soul mate who never left their sides was the ‘joy of freedom’, freedom to choose. Companionship meant different now. Though two people may drive each other crazy, every minute is the making of crazy memories made to laugh or cry for a lifetime. Thought time and space separates the two they still cling to those memories where every minute was uncertainty to the certainty they hold now.
Ever given a chance to relive it?? Anytime a yeah!!
Captured by the imagination of privacy but not intimidated by loneliness the journey began, the first day of crib hunt ended up in seeing a place bigger than the pocket size and meeting an old couple who for some reason wanted to protect them beyond comprehension though asked for none. To counter disappointment the day ended feasting on things they don’t remember.
Desperateness made them end up in a place which was plagued by creatures of different species.
Like children let out into the playground from a classroom, the journey began with excitement in everything they saw or touched. Even the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling made their hearts leap for joy that sleep evaded their eyes.
The excitement slowly died down and the creatures made their lives peril some that the door seemed so far away for fear of being mauled and the stench made their noses explode. Every morning Lorel & Hardy toiled to reach the door playing hide and seek with everything which moved and an air freshener in hand to avoid the stench. Though the excitement faded sleep still evaded, giving a glimpse of sweet rest in the wee hours of the morning. Every morning it was the same routine of rushing and pushing each other to make it on time.
The journey was even more peril some for the two owing to a wrecked shoulder and a destroyed knee respective to both preventing both from carrying their livelihoods up and down hill. One got robbed the other fell in ditches with the only silver lining of a few superheroes in their lives saving them from a thieves or from tiny creatures threatening to displace them from their cribs.
In the midst of all of this their sole soul mate who never left their sides was the ‘joy of freedom’, freedom to choose. Companionship meant different now. Though two people may drive each other crazy, every minute is the making of crazy memories made to laugh or cry for a lifetime. Thought time and space separates the two they still cling to those memories where every minute was uncertainty to the certainty they hold now.
Ever given a chance to relive it?? Anytime a yeah!!
