Blog :rhymes and rubbish
Date: 6/4/2012 6:05:16 PM
We had never met but I knew how she looked. Or at least I imagined. I was told that her family belonged to Nepal. Sunken eyes bereft of eyelashes, a stubbed, small nose, and a forehead that rested like a plank of wood. I saw her waiting near the staircase with a heavy bag resting next to her. Gasping for breath, she looked at me, trying to hide her exhaustion of the hot summer evening. At once, I recalled the thumping, jumping, screeching and shouting that escaped her apartment’s floor and greeted the ceiling of the apartment I lived in. Finally, I found the face to associate the hostile neighbour with!