We are all crazy, aren't we?
I see her on most mornings. The mornings that I don't see her are usually the days I'm not looking for her. I'm sometimes so lost in my world that I forget to look. Not that I have to put much effort into looking. She's usually there, right at the turn from the road opposite Ananda College towards Maradana. A short distance from where I get off. She's dark, small and from her features, looks quite young. Maybe my age. But I was never good at assuming ages. I was never good at assuming anything. Her skin looks grey, maybe a skin condition, maybe unwashed. Whenever I've walked past her, she hasn't smelt bad. So she can't be dirty, right? Her hair is brown, looks dry and is tied at her neck. Nothing fancy. It looks like a comb hasn't gone through it in years. She's not very tall and is thin. She carries a bag with her, and always wears these salwas. I've noticed only two outfits but there could be more. They are pants and long tops made