My First Story

This is my first attempt at story writing.... hope you like it. It is important you like it and feel happy reading it.

I was born more than 70 years ago... 72 to be precise. Touchwood I am keeping good health... love to eat, drink a peg or two every day and watch a lot of TV. 

... I lived in a large joint family in an old ancestral home, set in the countryside with hoards of friends and relatives all around. Talked and listened to them a lot... It is a must to listen if you want a sustainable audience to talk to. There was so much sharing, opinions, advice, emotions floating around.. the oxygen that kept my spirits alive..

Soon I had to move out.. to cities ....for graduation and employment. I am a hard-bred City folk now.... So much so it will be difficult for me to adjust now to the childhood noise and laughter of my ancestral home. I am well settled now in a compact high end flat in the heart of a Metropolis. After I retired and my sons shifted to US, I had moved in to this compact high end flat with my wife... only the two of us... Poor thing she now had to take all my chatter and lectures... often one way ... Talking was critical for me.... to keep my spirits high and interested ..and as my luck would have it she was a very patient listener...  

One of us will have to leave one day ... and I dreaded the day she leaves me with no one around to talk to..

My fears came true... she left me two months ago.... both of us had COVID and she was the one who lost it...

TV and bottle... I have tried everything.... nothing picks me up... How long can I talk to an empty sofa next to me..

You are my last hope...