Lola aunty and other figments of you really thought I was going to say imagination right?

Sometimes.

And she looks into my eyes and takes a deep drag and I can smell her hair. She is fidgeting, like she always do when she is in deep thought, fingers clutching the air. She is looking tired and slightly frail and she looks at me once again. And I am trying my best to stay cool though all I want is her. With her husky voice she asks:

"You ever wondered what a rain drop thinks as it falls from the sky?"

"Not sure. Probably something like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Sometimes.