It was a long time ago, as far as I can remember. I must have been about 3 or 4. Not too sure. It's all too hazy. Most of my memory revolves around evening time, for some strange reason.
The skies would be turning and toiling in shades of orange. There was this long by-lane, at the end of which I waited, sometimes for what felt like hours. From where I saw, a long road lay in front of me. Just that between me and the road, there was this gate. The gate had these vertical bars on it, enough for a cat to get through. Enough to see through to the other side, but not to cross over. There were others like me, but they were either inside, or they were probably long gone, I don't remember which one.
I stood at the gate, holding onto it's bars, with two of those bars pressing onto my face. In hindsight, I looked like a perfect prisoner, rather like a caged bird, hoping for someone to get me out.
Then from the corner of my sight, I could see someone turning into the by-lane. It was a lady. She carried bags both her hands. And before anything, I knew there were oranges in the bags. And she knew it that I knew what was in the bags. I love oranges. She smiled on each evening that I remember. And I can't describe my elation on seeing her, for each of those evenings I remember. I could finally stop looking like a prisoner, open the latch on the bloody gate, throw it wide open, and run to her. For my savior had come. "Mom!!".And I was free again, till the next day that is.....
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