These days, whenever I stopped at the mall I would go to Breadtalk and buy a banana lekker. I don’t think I like the bread that much but it’s what I always bought.
A banana lekker is pretty much banana and chocolate spread sandwiched in simple white bread. Not exactly a concept I’d be excited by but I found myself strangely comforted when I eat it.
Today, as usual, I bought a banana lekker and nothing else.
I was taking the rectangular bread I just paid for when someone put the exact same thing on the cashier’s table.
A banana lekker and nothing else.
Is this plain thing popular? Weird.
But even weirder is when I looked up to see the person buying.
I saw this face often.
It’s the face of a stranger I had passed by many times. By many, there was one time when I saw her and I just couldn’t handle it that I blurted out to my friends how this stranger seemed to be everywhere: in the street, in a bus stop, in a supermarket. Yeah, they replied.
Strangely, our eyes never met. I just noticed her presence. She might or might have not noticed mine.
It’s hard not to notice her. She is a glass-wearing, middle-eastern looking woman in her 20s. She always wears a backpack and a veil, today, a turquoise one.
As soon as she said thanks to the cashier she walked out, then down the stairs. She put small headphones on and went towards the exit.
I watched that stranger drifting away, wondering whether I should have said hi. Then I thought not: I didn’t really care about this other person. All I care about is patterns.
I opened the plastic wrapping of my banana lekker and finished it in a blink. She probably waited until she got home. Ah, delayed gratification.