Tickle the Ivories

I got home today and gave my Mom my usual hello. I lay still on the bed and gazed at the television screen while occupied my mind with the ticking sound from her computer game. I looked to the right and saw our stash of cameras, some dating nineteen kopong kopong. A familiar box from behind, with its idyllic charm caught my eyes. An old flame was lit. It was dad’s box of ivory dominoes - the exact ones we used to play when my little sister still pronounced ‘Miriam’ as ‘T-wan’.

I brought the dominoes out one by one with great care (some already grew cracks in time) and scrambled them anew. Ah, the rejuvenating sound of ivories splashing against each other. At times it’s tempting to wish to want to travel back to history but it sure is a delight having kept some gemstones of simple joys.