The storyteller

Everyday i leave for the office at 725am. I use the same road and highway. day in n day out. But on the days where i get the luxury of coming in a bit late, i leave at 830am. This doesnt happen often, so its quite a treat. On days that i leave later, the journey will be different. The sun hurts my eyes a bit more as they hover a lil higher, the traffic surprisingly is always better, and the shouting lady is always at the same spot, rooted to the ground, shouting up to the sky about god knows what. She looks clean n proper. Like if wasnt shouting to the sky, you probably wouldnt even notice her coz she blends in with the crowd like a normal person.

Everytime i see her, she's standing opposite the bus stand, screaming up to the sky, narrating stories and asking questions. i know this because i always roll down the window to listen to her. The 1st time i saw her, i thot she was putting up buntings by the road side. a couple of encounters later, i learned that she's - how do i put this in a polite manner... mentally disturbed? but she doesnt hurt people. in fact she doesnt even seem to notice the people who passes by her. She has quite an audience tho. I guess the people who frequent the bus stand know her pretty well by now. I feel like stopping and talking to her sometimes, get to know her story, what happened to her and who TH is she talking to!?? but of course theres this annoying thing called work... and im kindda scared she might get annoyed and push me into traffic.

So for now ill just look forward to the occasional brushes we might have. With me listening to little snippets of her stories- once she was telling a story about shooting, complete with machine gun action. She will probably never even know me but i wish her well..