It is a bloody humid Sunday. The stench of garbage and the swarm of flies makes the intense humidity unbearable. Sweat dripping from my forehead down to my neck, flowing endlessly. Drenched t-shirt, suffocating.
The sight of the alley, refreshing but despite the shade, the weather is unkind to mortals. We walkabout, wandering aimlessly, unable to control ourselves from the wandering. I’m looking for a street vendor; a cooling watermelon juice would be perfect.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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