At 8:00pm, the food delivery came. I heard my doorbell ring. So off I ran to open the door while still dressed in my underwear and t-shirt to get my food. My dog seeing me go off, followed behind me closely. My house has a gate so I exited my door, and headed for the gate. In the spur of the moment I forgot that the door was latched onto lock and since I wanted to stop my dog from running out, I closed the door behind me.
It was at that moment that it hit me - "oh shit I'm stuck"
I continued to pick up the food and the delivery guy quickly drove off without knowing what just happened. The first thought that came to my head was I had to contact my parents. But my phone was locked inside my house. Geez Louise, I started to panic and mumble to myself "Oh no oh no...what can I do...help me". No one could help. My dog looking curiously at me from behind the door, wagged his tail.
Soon the panicked state turned into anger, and I tried to bash through the door thinking that maybe if I could break the door down I could get through. That idea quickly turned futile. The strong wooden door held its place without yielding. My dog upon hearing the loud pounding on the door, disappeared into my home, possibly going to hide in my room, all confused.
The outside heat began getting to me and I started sweating profusely. I sat down on the floor and checked on my food, thinking that I should just eat outside the door, knowing that there was not going to be any hope in the meantime until my parents came back home in an hour. I took out the food pack and looked for cutleries. There were none-. #@$^#^#@$%%$!#@!@#$. My head literally exploded in self-deprecating agony. No phone, no cutleries, no water - and I could have been comfortably sitting in my house with the nice cold aircon. My heartbeat was through the roof.
I saw a yoga mat being hung to dry and laid it on the floor. I sat down, with food next to me. I looked at the sky.
In this instance, it got me thinking about how beautiful this experience was. It was a hindrance but never would I have had the experience of sitting outside in the hot evening, sweating through my t-shirt, disconnected from the world, and eating dinner with my bare hands.
I smiled to myself, despite the frustration. Life sometimes has its odd ways of throwing these curveballs, and this was one of those moments to cherish. If the experience didn't happen, this post would not have existed. I gripped one large chicken cutlet between my fingers and took a bite.
There was a sense of peace in the solitude.
After finishing the meal, with one hand greasy with food, I leaned back on the yoga mat. I thought about the coming weeks and the challenges ahead. The night might have started with some unexpected chaos, but it ended with a nice calmness. About some time later at 9pm, my parent's car appeared and they opened the door for me to get back into my home. I returned back to normal life again.