Sometimes I think of this city as a person, and I imagine what kind of person he or she would be. I look at the row of skyscrapers that forms the city skyline, and the ever-bustling streets of Jalan Ampang, and I imagine that this city is a career woman in a business suit, always on the run, catching a cab to her next big meeting. At other times, I lower my gaze and I look at the blind man busking with his guitar at Plaza Rakyat, and a few meters away, a lady pushes a cart selling cold drinks under the unforgiving afternoon sun, and I imagine that this city is a family man, working day and night to earn enough money to give his wife and child the life they deserve, at the cost of his own.
But on a rainy evening, when I stare out the office windows and see my reflection distorted by the rain and the city lights; I can't help but imagine that this city is a cruel woman in a beautiful dress, toying with the millions of hearts she has kneeling before her.
