A Blast from the Past

Suhad

I was walking down a very lonely street. It was almost sundown and I was running late. Usually, I wouldn't have taken this route because it was very creepy and deserted-- this street was rumored to be the street where all the types of crime took place-- but today I had no other option. A car passed by me and I got goosebumps all over. I wrapped my stole around me tightly. I was wearing my favorite outfit. It was a high-necked azure Kurta with sleeves that came up to my mid-forearm and its length was up to my knees. I was wearing black skinny jeans and a black stole to complete the whole look. My hair was tied in plaits and my ears shined with my imitation hoop earrings. I fastened my pace and wished I had taken a cab home but I had to forget my wallet at home today of all days.