you have it worse.

amid the F1 flies and the ever thirsty but never get a chance to feast on people's blood without risking dying mosquitoes and the noisy cicadas singing their song and the cranky sun shining strongly down the ground and the welcomed rain pelting down the windscreen and the ever lovely and loved clouds,there she was.

it was most probably due to being delirious with boredom,of having nothing to do,of just lying there,waiting for time to pass,waiting for the thursday to arrive, listening to the inane chatter of an old timer, and an older timer, trying to keep cool,not shaving because there wasnt a need to,drinking water,peeing silver,holding faeces for 4 nights and 5 days,listening to music,reading a thousand splendid suns, lying on that dreaded but thanked for safari bed,checking the phone for any contacts,none,playing with the TRS set with other drivers who were equally bored, smoking the life away,eating,talking,thinking,cards,prata and.

or it was just the way she appears in my mind,not all the time,but always sometimes.

what you did was unforgivable,but at the instance i remember you,i'd always forgive you.

you were too young to decide,i was too young and had pride.

things could've been different,much different.much different.