Sometimes I feel the need to confess...
I have this neighbour whom I only see accidentally coming back from the Taraweeh prayers. We never actually started any conversations. However, she got to know my sister. And that's how I knew she's my age.
God! My age! She is like 30 cms taller, and not only that...she looks much more...grown up! And she's engaged. And she goes to the Faculty of Engineering. Perfect.
I never actually saw her until, some minutes ago. Only that then I was much aware of the difference between me and her...as I stood beside her I couldn't help staring at her dreamy eyes that glimmer between blue and green...her pink face, and even her stylish abaya! Now...How can I POSSIBLY be looking beside her? Short. Ordinary. Humble. Unattractive. Pale. Rounded. She must have felt the green-eyed monster beside her because she avoided looking at me the whole way up. I stole a look at her finger...maybe she ended her engagement that's why she still lives here? (Evil, evil me) But no. Some excellent, exotic, perfect, religious, happy, happy engineer is possibly counting the days for their wedding day now!
Oh, Lord. The green-eyed monster!