Mel

Following @MelGuna was how I knew her. I interacted with her few times on twitter.
I did not meet her, I did not even know her face.

That paint bass came to rob her phone. She happened to be in between bass and phone.

She's gone now.
Gone like the wind.

I tried to swallow this hollow piece of tragedy for a week.
I don't know her, she lived closer to my office, she's one like us, living in Colombo.

Like everything else, we keep on moving. Life is too busy to pause, to contemplate.

Next time you see a thief or get hit by a car, might be a good idea to leave them alone.
Think of it as compassion to your own self, by letting go.