I walked through the city without a plan.
Just watching children, parents, couples, teenagers on their way to school, grandparents, the ajuma who sells street food.
As if the rain wanted to get attention, my shoes were getting dirty.
My phone rung.
-would you like to meet up? It's been a while
...
I entered the cofeshop. My friend waved at me.
"Hey, how are you? It's been ages!" He exclaimed.
"I'm fine" I sat down in front of him
"And how is your sister? And Nari?"
"My sister is fine to. She is obsessed with
Elephants."
I didn't know what Nari was doing. I still don't know.
"And Nari?" My friend kept asking with a bright smile. "I want to meet her and the others."
My smile faded away "Yeah ... you should ... ... I don't know what Nari is doing" I whispered the last part.
My friend understood and changed the subject.
We chatted for a while.
"Was good to see you, again."
"Yeah ... text me when you're in town again."
...
Did she forget me like a rain shower in Summer. Or am I someone who engraved their existence into her like the rain just did yo me?
The rain stopped and in the puddle I saw my reflection. My face a distorted image. I looked terrible.
