I used to spend an hour on this park bench every evening – petting furry creatures, feeding them biscuits, watching their competitive pranks, smiling and laughing a lot.
I’m back there after a decade. The darlings do not come running to me. There are a few loitering around, who have to be woo-ed with biscuits.
Realisation dawns about the difference in life span and lifestyles. It is love that remains supreme, and will bind me again to the new spirits.
Deep inside somewhere, I wish there is some reincarnated love, and I do meet my old friends once again.