liyana,

You loved coffee. I loathed them.

I remembered this little story you told when you were in Netherlands, you had coffee at this quiet European café, with a book in your hand. The weather was slightly overcast giving it a very noir atmosphere. You tried to read but at the same time you enjoyed people-watching. Gazing at the relaxed afternoon crowds, you were breathing in a refreshing lifestyle that this place was offering.

Then you decided to leave, started walking and suddenly it drizzled. I was not sure how far you had to walk from the café until it started to rain heavily and you had to take shelter. You told me you stepped inside this boutique and came outwith a handbag.

Instead of an umbrella or a raincoat, you decided on a handbag.

These surprises, this quirkiness of yours. They are like little red balloons in my clear blue sky. My funny dots against monotony.

liyana,

I love your little red balloons. And times when you just do not make sense.

It makes this world a slightly more colourful place to live in.

chairil