My Dearest Rosie By Noni Trisha Haspari
My dearest Rosie, It is quite strange to witness the silence of London. I opened my window to see not a single soul on the street. The crowd is gone, though the birds are still chirping, breaking the silence that’s been haunting the city. Suddenly, it reminds me of something. Do you recall that time when we spent the summer in Bali? We were clueless about why it was so quiet outside. It's if there was an on and off switch for the island. Not long after, we realised that it was the Nyepi Day. It was their day of silence. Perhaps it is now the time for us to take a break from this restless world, just like what they do in the Island of Gods. As far as I know, the virus has forced the world to stop. It creates problems, from the tiniest to the most unpredictable ones. People are drowning their own minds, finding a way to survive this situation, yet here I am enjoying a cup of tea in the afternoon. And it’s chamomile, obviously. All I’m saying is that I, myself, managed to find the light in this situation. I hope that you’ve found your light as well. If you haven’t, please know that I’ll be here to listen, through these letters. At the end of the day, all we have to do is to enjoy what the world has offered. We just have to allow all the worries to walk away and rest assured that better days are ahead. At last, I pray for your well-being. Yours truly, Desiree.
