It was raining freaking hard yesterday.
Thunder.
Lightning.
I was cooking dinner. Meddling alot with the stove. It was one of those moments that i felt really terrified. Saw much lightning flashes. Felt the acceleration of my heartbeats. My speed of chopping the onions increased as well. Yes, i was truely frightened. Started learning cooking from grandma since 11 years old. Wont guarantee a scrumptious meal. But at the very least, i am able to whip up a decent dinner.
The reason of me getting all paranoid and terrified while cooking on rainy days was caused by an accident years back. It left an extremely deep impact on me.
I was living at a condomium in the past. The neighbour living opposite my unit was a newly-wed couple. Our kitchen actually faces theirs. That afternoon, it was raining. Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the scenario was exactly like yesterady's.
Deja Vu?
I was at the kitchen and there she was, cooking spaghetti. I could even smell the sauce. I remembered her stirring the pot gently. Her petite size. Shoulder-length hair. The pink t-shirt she wore. That facial expression.
I think she caught me looking at her. She suddenly turned and smiled at me. I quickly turned away and left the kitchen. Minutes later, there was an explosion. A really loud explosion.
She was 30.
I just couldn't believe it. And to think she was still smiling at me few minutes before that tragedy occur. Her husband soon moved out.
Prolly people might tell me that the explosion was not caused by lightning. But sorry, i aint taking any chances. >,<
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