a walk to reminisce
i went to pasar malam... but we didn't board the bus... it was raining heavily... try picturing three ladies under the rain with plastic bags of hot food,waiting to be filled in the tummy,walking for a few kilometres,passing muds and wet grasses.cars passing by skid there wheels ending us up jilted wet. did any picture pop out? to be frank,it was wicked!i mean,how often do you actually walk in the rain?anyway,i was'nt actually wanting to go at first?i mean i'm not a big fan of the pasar malam.yet,there was this intuition that was deep, i guess a big push from Allah shoving me to pasar malam and see the world a bit.not just ending up in this cocoon.to shorten the story,the only one i knew going was jawahir and athina,besides that the bus was no where to be seen and the time was 6.09 pm.we were on the verge of returning to our apartment when ,ustaz joe passed by with his avanza and kindly offered to give us a lift,so of we went. buying here and there,and as usual i