Nia Ilemor

It was a hot day. Very. Wait. Did I mention that it's a very hot day? Oh yeah I did. Very.      Just a second ago he wiped off the bead of sweat trailing on his forehead with his Burberry London classic tartan handkerchief and now the back of his shirt is already drenched.      Days like these, it was very hard to think and he was not even thinking of anything in particular. Even if he wanted to, his brain refuse to succumb to such determination under the boiling heat.      Adjusting his feather-light-like backpack, he looked down the empty road. No matter how hard he tried to recall the details but he still could not remember how did he end up there. On a deserted road with nothing around. Just a road, a scorching sun, and a teenage boy, him.      The heat of the sun pierced through the vein of his naked eyes. He took out his shades from his left jeans pocket and put it on. Ahh, much better. His eyes relaxed from the burning heat. Oh those shades. Ma's purchase

     Back in my degree years, I remember in one of the Literature lessons with Madam Rosalind, she talked about the art of appreciating beauty in little things. You know how sometimes, you probably already know something, but it only becomes more apparent when someone actually put these thoughts into words and tell you about it? Yeah this is one of those things. I remember at that time, I was struggling with something that has put me through duress. As I walked back home alone from the class, walking by the side of INTEC's gate to the neighbourhood, the soles of my shoes pleasantly crackled as they step on dry leaves. I remember the yellow leaves, parched and beautiful in their own way, peacefully resting by the side of the gate. With every step I took, my heart felt a little lighter as the crackle of the dry leaves accompanied me on my way home.      I remember this one time when I was travelling alone on the train to from Shah Alam to KL Sentral as I promised a friend to hang o