I’ve never felt so uneasy for the past twenty-something years of my life. The feeling that a strange pair of eyes was watching your every movement in the house. The feeling of waking up to a place you can’t call home anymore. We take the peace and serenity of our homes for granted until we’ve lost it. Just like everything else, we’ll only start to treasure what’s been lost.
For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like returning home to a place so strange and foreign; the freedom to do as I like lost. Being kept on your toes and turning around every now and then to see if you are being followed. A caged animal – you on the inside and the strange man on the outside, peering into every details of your life. It has crumbled everything the family and home stood for.
I don’t know how long this feeling would last but I think it will stick for a while. Even if the normality resumes, the same sense of security will be gone forever. The bubble has been prodded and you know it could very well burst with the next prod. But when push comes to shove, we can’t sit back and be pushed. Stand up and protect what you’ve always believe in.
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