I sat on a chair that day, I ordered a bowl of special cendol. I was at the market. It was such a hot day. I always come to this small cendol stall whenever i miss the taste of fruit mixed with rose flavoured ice.
I sat alone, watching cars, lorries and passerbys.
On Sunday noon, everyone were rushing to go back home to spend time with their families and frens. Out of the crowd that noon, i saw a girl with a miniskirt walking confidently among the crowd. Im amazed by her courage walking with purple hair in the street. I wonder how she choose the colour. Is purple her lucky colour? I wonder!
Purple hair, the only girl dare to do so far i seen. She didnt care about what people might think of her. She didnt care at all eyes watching her.
Im thinking to myself…Why i dont have that courage?
Courage to change myself to be a better person or courage to make decisions in life.
Life certainly sweet n colourful like my favourite fruity cendol, purple inspired it to be amazing!