MUTUWAR KASKO

About this Novel

I closed my eyes and savored the cool, refreshing breeze as it rustled the fabric of my shirt, which had become as tattered as a cocoa sheet. The sky showed no signs of imminent danger, but the absence of heat, thanks to the evening breeze, was accompanied by something even more delightful—the scent of moisture carried by the wind, a promising sign of impending rain. I had been perched on the parliament bench for about half an hour, and it had been an hour since the parliament session was supposed to have begun. Restlessness began to set in, and I stood up. It was evident that no one had any intentions of commencing the parliamentary session anytime soon. I found it perplexing that despite the scheduled time for the meeting having long passed, not a single person had bothered to switch my account from one to two. With a leisurely pace, I stood and turned around, examining my attire. My shirt, pants, and shoes were all the same, but my shirt had gradually changed in color from its original shade to a honey-blue hue. I couldn't recall its exact age, for only God knew the number of children it had raised in its lifetime.