There's this internal ringing sound which has been piercing my ear begging me to put a halt to the rhyming schemes in my writing. Truth be told, I compose my words in whimsical sways at times when it is difficult for me to write conventionally. I struggle to write, words don't come cascading down from my mouth nor do they ooze out from my fingers when I type. I pant and I drown in my own incompetency and the only way to survive is to make it sound melodious, to my ears at least. It was fun though, I thought and wrote twice as fast which granted me the extra time to eat a slice of sengkuang topped with kuah rojak and crushed peanuts at Wati's stall in front of my son's school. And I have been doing just that lately, for the past one week. You know the feeling of seeing the world in a whirl wind, and you are inside unaffected by it, nothing mattered at that moment in time, it was only you, the sengkuang and that 2 minutes to yourself of sheer school girl's delight.
The sengkuang reminded me of my days in primary school. I used to buy the identical slice of sengkuang after school which only cost 20sen and at a corner I would stand savouring every bite of it. The sengkuang was also the reason why I was left by my school bus. The uncle selling the sengkuang was quite an icon those days that many had to queue up to have a taste of his famous rojak sengkuang, actually nobody queued, we were pushing, shoving each other aside which often created a mini tsunami of girls in pinafores circling the uncle's motorbike. Many a time my 20sen was lost in that tsunami and I ended up without that slice of sengkuang and one day without a ride home. The incident left a dent in my confidence, I dared not make an attempt to enjoy that Uncle's specialty. My sengkuang story ended there and then.
But now that I can drive and I provide my own ride home, my sengkuang episode conveniently continues. No more pushing or shoving or be lost in the tsunami of little kids coz I would be the biggest and the tallest one there with the longest hand to extend my 1rgt for the sengkuang to Wati... muahahahaha. It is in a way very empowering for me ...28 years later. And there I would sit in one corner seeing the world in a whirl wind, and I am inside unaffected by it, nothing mattered at that moment in time, it would be me, the sengkuang and that 2 minutes to myself of sheer school girl's delight over and over again.
If you see a lady in front of a primary school munching on her sengkuang, just leave her alone. She bites.
Thanks Jessy and Anne. I made a cow instead of an ox. Sorry guys. Anna from bake freshly, I was inspired by your design.