KIMCHI – she may not be the prettiest among the women i know, but she’s among the most beloved. being korean, she looks like all the other korean women i meet along the hallways, elevators and lobbies of this korean-infested condominium. but unlike most korean women, she was small-boned and slim and wore a most amazingly fair and silk-smooth skin akin to aphrodite of milos and its famous marble statue. she was neither boisterous nor meek but can either be one or the other or both if needed. she always wore her long non-sinuous tress loose and untied like in one of those shampoo commercials. i just love the way she gingerly holds on to it as a sudden gush of wind threatens to muddle her perfectly combed hair. and the way she throws me a smile while doing so.
she has left now and i will miss her. i will miss the tranquil aloofness of a foreigner as we go for walks and coffee amongst the crowded malls and cafes. i will miss her strong accent as she whispers something into my ear. like the gentle summer breeze, she has gone. gone are the hours of gentle caress. gone are the hours of ill-contrived foolishness. gone. i will miss her. her scent still lingers but for how long.
