Palette

The colour of the place is a variable. It's not something that I take note of. What I know is that, it's more the ambience of the place that suits me and my taste. The entire world is coloured in the colours that I love.. strong, deep colours.

The characters that I meet are also of all different sizes and colours. There's an Iranian Muslim woman who comes into the bar like clockwork every day at nine. Note the fact I've never met an Iranian in my life. She's a tall, fair woman with beautiful, pale gray eyes.... dressed in cool pastels and wearing a wispy tudung. Her clothing is that of an progressive Muslim,... attractively designed yet body concealing pantsuits. A smart briefcase which she sets on the bar. Positively wicked stillettos.

But she covers half her face with the scarf. I guess she's kind of like a confirmation of my own personal belief that women who observe all the commandments of the Koran in a moderate way can still satisfy their own personal agreements with God. She's a lovely lady... cracking jokes with the bartender, ordering virgin drinks everyday... [Note : virgin = non-alcoholic] SHe asks me how my day was and tells me about her work as an Islamic lawyer.

Interesting...