On the Other side of the Road

Trix, an intelligent weirdo, was on her way to school. She didn’t seem to be excited though it’s her first day on a university. She’s a fresh high school graduate entering a wider world, the world of college beings.

She was walking alone. Everybody seemed to be avoiding her. She wore a long skirt, just an inch above her ankle; topped with a blouse having long sleeves, just an inch below her elbow; with round reading glasses having black frame.
She walked in the classroom. Everybody was hesitant to talk to her. This scenario is not more unusual for her. She was used to that type of dealing with people. She opted to isolate herself and talked to no one.

She is every time alone.

Her house, just a few blocks away from school, looks so lonely like her ocean blue eyes. It’s quite big, full of glamorous furniture, glittering chandeliers and expensive decorations yet EMPTY, empty of life, empty of colour, and empty of love.
She was empty but not until one day...

On a sunny morning, Trix was in a hurry. The bell has rung and she hasn’t left their house yet. She was in a fast pace as she walked. On her rush, she bumped a young man of 19, riding on a bicycle heading on the same direction. Trix stumbled on the other side of the road’s intersection. She fainted and lost her breath for a moment.

“Miss..., miss..., are you ok?” the young man was constantly tapping her shoulders. He fainted and decided to carry Trix on her arms and bring her to the hospital. Just before he got a taxi, Trix opened her eyes, seemed to be catching her breath. The young man uttered, “miss, I’m gonna take you to the hospital.” “No, I’m gonna be late for my 9am class, I’m ok, I’m ok,” Trix responded.

“I insist”

“No please...”

The young man let her down and let her walk. But as Trix took few steps, she collapsed feeling her lower limbs shaking. The young man offered help and Trix couldn’t refuse the young man’s offer anymore.


“I’m Drew, and you are..?” the young man asked her politely as they were on their way to school. “I’m Trix.” She answered with a sweet smile on her lips.
That event was the start of their romantic love tale.


Trix’s life brightened because of Drew. Since the day Drew stepped into her world, everything changed. Drew has altered her monotony. She fell so deep in love with him, making him the centre of everything. Trix was WILLING TO GIVE EVERYTHING for her one and only, her only hero her savior from the vast ocean of hatred, anger and despise.
She was then grateful of having Drew.By that moment; HER GREATEST FEAR is TO LOSE DREW.


ON their first month, her gift to Drew was her WHOLENESS, HERSELF naked. She was SEVENTEEN then, too young, inexperienced.

Months later, Drew never showed up. He’s missing, gone with the wind. His friends were worried, concerned of where might he be. They wanted to talk to Trix but her heart was full of a mixture of anger and guilt so she didn’t showed up.

AT THE BALCONY of the house, an old woman of 57 is holding a photograph of a teenage couple, a 17-year old girl and a 19-year old guy. The woman is closely looking at the photo with tears running down her cheeks and silently whispers in grief these words: “I shouldn’t have done that. ,..I shouldn’t have done that.” She closes her eyes and embraces the OLD PHOTOGRAPH. Scenes of the past flash before her pressed eyes.

She CONCEIVED yet refused to be a mother.


She wanted to live her life with DREW ALONE.


“Babe, I was pregnant, but I got rid of the child before everybody would know,
Babe, we can life alone, just the two of us.” She uttered with a chilling voice.


Drew was shocked with what he had just heard. He remained expressionless and suddenly after a moment he burst into tears and ran away with no direction.


Trix followed him after a moment of tears. As she stepped outside their door, she saw people rushing to the corner of the street. They were heading to a man bathed with blood lifeless on the other side of the road...


She drowned in tears realizing that the bloody man on the other side of the road was her one and only DREW.

A walk to realization

I was walking. I looked around. I felt the cool wind touched my cheeks, the cool wind that blew my wavy hair. My eyes roamed and saw the well-trimmed grasses. I smelled the aroma of the newly cut leaves. It was soothing and relaxing. I extended my arms, closed my eyes and drew a full yawn. As I open my eyes, I marvelled at the gorgeous appeal of nature to me that day. The feeling was strange but it was good. I looked up the sky and thanked. I thank for every organism my eyes could glance at, for everything that exist.

I continued walking along the corridor in front of the lined up classrooms, facing the grass field. I touched the walls of the classroom as I pass by. The coolness of the walls penetrated my hand and soon after reached my elbows. I felt nature has given me, us, the very best. I perceived everything was carefully and lovingly prepared just for me, for me to enjoy and to reflect on. I suddenly I uttered, “Life is indeed beautiful beyond reasonable doubts”

I continued walking, everything I see, I praised truly and sincerely. I admired everything. I didn’t notice I was heading to the lady’s comfort room. I was feeling well but something’s pulling me to get in. I walked in the comfort room. Few steps from the doorway, I heard the drippings of the water from a half closed faucet. I can’t explain why those drops of water seemed to have rhythm in my psyche. ‘tadada dada da..’ was my sudden utterance. I noticed the huge mirror on my right. I turned and saw my reflection. I studied every detail of my being, from my eyelashes, my neck, and my hips down to my waist.

I stepped closer to the mirror to see my image clearer. I stared at my eyes. My eyeballs are big. They’re round and black with dark blue lining. I made few steps backward and noticed that my eyes look like those of an Indian. I smiled. I again stepped forward closer to the reflector. I suddenly noticed the red orange spots on my face, dark spots on my neck and arms because of my allergies. I then frowned for the thoughts that crossed my mind. I was never beautiful. My colour seemed to defy all the beauty I have. I took a look outside. I saw the beautiful views, beautiful colours of nature. I then sound a rich chuckle thinking that life is fair. I may be not beautiful, yet at least, I have lived in a beautiful place. “Isn’t thriving in a pretty place magnify my NOT-SO-BEING-BEAUTIFUL?” I guess no. It’s what I interpret as FAIRNESS.
But honestly,I’m not contented with that kind of “fairness”...

I can see other things as gorgeous creations why can’t I see myself like that???

I then faced the mirror back. I looked at my entire being.
Spots?..So what?
Dark skin?...So what?


I am beautiful in my own simple being...^^,