Rage. That’s a peculiar feeling. Especially if you are the edge of nineteen. It has a beaming red taste to it. That’s what I felt red rage. Closed up in home without outer contact. It was pissing me off. Like always seeing those two faces was doing creepy things to my head. Their daily arguments and silly tantrums were tolerable if I could go out. Now 24/7 I have to see this. Yeah. You’re right. Classes do distract me. But it’s not good enough. Not good enough to avoid their screams. their complaints and I feel rage . Red rage towards the whole world for forcing me to stay here in this hellhole.
“ Hey there want to watch a movie?”
That’s how it started. A family movie time. It was a Netflix original production . the movie is inconsequential. But it was fun with typical out of the ordinary commentary of dad and laughing mom. I was watching them more than the movie. It was peaceful which was not every day in my home. I feel thankful to the world for this quarantine . No working mom and dad. No busy calls. No Moody and grumpy faces. Just me and my parents. Watching a movie .Enjoying our life. If only time stopped now , and I could stay at this moment forever.
Such a paradox of emotions.
