Going…just looking for my wits.
Take a right when you get down and walk on straight.
I walk on straight from right. I hit a wall. I take a left. I hit a puddle. I keep walking. Amazingly, I land up at the same road the auntie whisked me away from. Mrs. Abbas, sorry, I don’t think she prefers to be called Auntie. And then I get on the hill and down again towards Pali. There I meet another strange old man who kissed me on Carter Road the other day. He said Happy Friendship Day before he did that and gave me a warm hug before doing it. Today, he tried to repeat the same routine, but I stopped him and told him kissing is bad. How is your health, I ask, for I remember last time he told me about some problems with intimacy. Do you live with your boyfriend, he asks in return, and suggests we can live together when I say no. I find out he used to have a cable shop and now he’s not doing anything. Well, apart from losing his mind.
Tomorrow, I teach.