I had to swoosh through the flood today so I could go home. I was alone. One of my friends was on leave, the other rendered overtime. I braved the rain without anyone assuring me it’s gonna be okay, “we’re gonna reach the house before this gets worse”. Just like how it’s been for a while now. 

I saw people running. Some were standing under waiting sheds. I saw students clutching their bags, uniform sleeves wet. I saw office girls, like me. Their black leather shoes looked like they were already about to break. I saw street vendors, holding their big umbrellas, business as usual. The sidecar drivers were very energetic, swirling back and forth along the sidelines. The barkers were holding coin bags and wooden planks. Some couples were holding each other tighter than usual. A few riders passed me by, their clothes were drenched but good thing they all wore helmets. And many more. I didn’t close my eyes even once, I’ve tried to look around as much as I could. Everyone was struggling with something. I thought everyone wanted to go home as soon as possible. I hope everyone somehow made it through.

The rain continued to pour until I have finished taking a bath, and even after I have eaten my dinner. I was supposed to go outside for some groceries but I opted to stay in the end. I’ve watched a movie while drying my hair. Cold breeze coming in from my balcony...