Laden with cobwebs, face hidden with white chalk she stares at me in a ghost costume and gently says: ''Boo!". The half-eaten ice-cream bar and the greed for M&Ms was forgotten as I offered her my arm and squeaked back a hi. I think it was that moment when 11 year old me thought she was my soulmate. Boy, was I wrong.
In front of the little Thai diner old Maratha looks after and right in the shade of the Eucalyptus tree you stand tall, grinning the grin of the happy and free. Nobody can see you but me; Yet I smile as I cross the street with the other tourists. I looked particularly eccentric in my yellow tights, with the sun in my eyes but I'll tell you this: I'm fine with you being all made up, Zayn.
When the Covid-19 pandemic hit, and we were all told to stay in, so that nice, old ladies don't become ill and die a horrible death, a lot of people started whining. What about our haircuts? My bunny needs a trim. Their animal pet rabbit they meant. My stomach is getting flabby, some said. Nancy, you were already fat, the lockdown just gave you an excuse. If you hadn't gone to the gym for months before the pandemic, now is not the time to protest about being unable to. Hence, I shall give you some nice recommendations to binge watch, that I'm sure you all will adore. So you guys can sit that beautiful ass down, and relax instead of worrying about the outside. Shall we dive in?
Light Little Things
Tonight its dark
you are far
but tomorrow it will be light again.
She smells of roses but so does the breeze
I would wake up at the crack of dawn, as my mickey mouse alarm clock blared on. It was an old 70s clock, cracked and chipped but gifted from my great grandmother when I was 8. I still love the clock as if it were new, but my mum complains: 'It's like the devil screaming Bojo, Make it stop.'
“We would rather be ruined than changed
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.” -W H AUDEN