It's 8 am and I'm trying to get some sleep. I turned on the TV, witho no sound to help me surrender to my dreams. Electric guitar intro merged followed by the lyrics of Marylin Manson's sweet dreams. Playing on repeat in my mind, it took me few seconds to realise that is my alarm. As soon as I muffled the alarm, rubbed my eyes and checked the time, I rushed to get dressed and head to the market. Grabbed the smallest bag I could on my way out, locking the door behind me. Started walking down the street, after few turns, I reached a familiar building. How could I ever forget it? hundreds of people pass by that place oblivious to its agony it caused me for two years of my life at this same time of the year. She died there, my grand mother. That building with it's dull pale yellow painting and lingering memories. I didn't cry. I just stared into that building: the hospital, while all these memories flowed. I guess I didn't cry not because it's not about death, it's about all that precedes that and the fact that I lost her to cancer. I regained control of the situation and remembered I was on my way to buy. I kept on walking to find my self in different alleys surrounded by pedlars presenting their various goods. I reached my destiny, finally! *Phew*
I walked back home, loaded with bags that I can barely carry. It crossed my mind all the other details I observe. However, they're insignificant. Just the daily rush hour of people.
That was all about my Thursday.
I walked back home, loaded with bags that I can barely carry. It crossed my mind all the other details I observe. However, they're insignificant. Just the daily rush hour of people.
That was all about my Thursday.
