It’s started to rain now, the sun was out not long ago. I am standing alone, staring out from the large bay window, high up, looking down, I can see people, walking across my pebble-dash drive. My face is stone cold, its been a long time, I am finding it hard to describe the feeling. I look around inside, this room is large, empty, it’s covered in teak, only room of its kind, I love standing here, opposite the only one large bay window.
“Everyone’s arriving now”. My wife suddenly breaks my trance. I must have been in some sort of out-of-body experience.
“Thanks darling, I’ll be right there”.
“What is it with you?” She asks. “It’s been almost two years since you last saw them all and I thought you’d be jumping with joy that I organised this event”. Her voice sounding very concerning.
“Oh, yes I am excited, maybe nervous”. I lie. “Please help them in and ask Shanti to organise the drinks, they’ll be thirsty. I’ll be there in a mo”.
I walk out of the large empty room and make my way to the family bathroom, I look into the mirror at myself. I did it myself, I am Big Time now, but instead of smiling, I am left with a feeling of sorrow, I am too scared to recall that moment two years ago…..