Just tell me why. Why everything. That _ lark is affecting my frame of mind. And tell me why. I saw the Indian aunty from the thirteenth floor who lives diagonally-below-across from us. It went something like this.

Me: Hello Aunty.

Aunty: Hello, hello. Where('s) your mother?

Me: Still upstairs. I('m) go(ing) downstairs (to) wait for them (first).

Aunty: Oh. *Sees my Bible* Going (to) church ah?

Me: Yes. *I start getting a feeling*

Aunty: I('m) also going (to the) temple.

Me: *There's no doubt about it. It is a feeling. A pretty depressing one*

I don't know why, and slap me if I didn't, but I was so certain that I got this sinking feeling at that point. Inexplicable? Hardly. Burden? Absolutely. It's just a question of why. Two whys. Why now? Why not someone else? Unfathomable. But if this is what they call eternal perspective, then I'm glad for it. I believe I've figured what it was all about. My mom calls them sincere, but, sadly, sincerely wrong. Forgive me for not paying closer attention.