The furniture in my room is very antique-like.  There's nothing shiny or glossy - just plain old matte pieces here and there.  If you were to ask me which is my favorite item in the room, I'll definitely reply that it's my closet - the first one that is.

It was my hiding place.

I can so clearly recall the numerous times I'd run up the stairs and head to my room, with the aim of being in my closet - not the 'room'.  I'd open the beautifully carved wooden doors, move the hung clothes to the side and would scramble to sit carefully on the flat surface atop the four rows of drawers, before reaching out to grab the pink velvet-like material surrounding the inner mirrors, eventually succeeding in closing the doors.  I'd hug my knees and keep my eyes closed.  Listening to the footsteps of whom ever was following me.  I'd smile once I knew that they'd left - thinking I must be hiding somewhere else.  I used to perceive it as a small 'victory' for little me.

It was the one place where I felt no one could hurt me.  Where I wouldn't hear harsh words.  Where my imagination soared.  Where my barriers came down.  Where I'd have conversations with my imaginary friends.  Where all that was bothering me would poof!: miraculously disappear into thin air.  It was my haven.  As I grew older & no longer had people running after me anymore, my 'visits' to the closet grew less.

+sigh+

Today has been a sad day for me.  A day where I felt so alone & my spirit broken.  A day I remembered the closet - & so longed to be in it.

I stood in front of it.  Looking at the familiar artistic brush strokes.  Smiling when I saw a pink star I had stuck on it years & years ago.  I had a yearning, to go back in time, where all I cared about...well, thinking about it now, nothing really.

I opened the doors, gazing at the drawers and the mirrors on either side.  I pushed aside clothes, with my good hand i.e. left & sat in the usual spot, curling up in the tiny space.  I was even able to close the doors, very slowly of course - but if I may add, 'skillfully'.

& there I was, alone.

I stayed in there for a while; surrounded by so many thoughts and emotions - before getting out.

Nothing was solved nor mended but, it was interesting to discover that:

my 'Narnia' still exists.

Greatest Secrets

"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." - Roald Dahl

Health-wise: not so good.  I couldn't go to work on Wednesday - lots of complications.  =/  Going to see another doctor tomorrow and I'm scheduled to have a MRI done on Monday.  I hope all goes well.

Will try my best to update soon.  Promise.

Over-due thank you's:

mezo: Happy Belated Birthday hon.  I hope you had a grand day!  I can't even begin to describe how much I miss you.  Who knows, maybe one day right?  Thanks for your sweet words and prayers sugar.  Wishing you, and your family, happiness and health always.  +hug+

juju: No need to apologize my dearest friend.  I know how it is when you're leading a hectic life.  Thank you for the 'get well' wishes and prayers.  You're such a beautiful person that deserves all happiness.  May all your dreams come true. +hug+

ae_flickr: Thank you for your 'get well' wishes and prayers.  Your kindness is most appreciated.  May you always be happy.

Fahad Al Saadi: Thank you for the email and for your kind 'get well' wishes.  I hope my reply reached you.  Wish that all is well with you.

Fahad Al Mahmood: Thank you for the kind words you scribbled in my blog - truly appreciated.  Welcome to my blog & hope you'll pass by again.

DareDevil: Thank you for scribbling & welcome to my blog too.  Hope you'll pass by again.

thesahara: Thank you for passing by and for the 'get well' wishes - appreciated.  Hope you continue to pass by & to enjoy reading.

Thanks to everyone who tagged and scribbled, with regards to my health situation. 

Means a lot to me.