I was just leaving my house to go for a run yesterday morning when some old lady a few doors away was also leaving her house.

I reached the lift lobby first so I started stretching. Moments later, she also reached the lobby.

When the lift arrived, she was like, "Son, the lift is here." I smiled and said thank you.

Then she asked if I've been here long. Not really, I said. Maybe two years or so. She said she's been here a looong time, well actually it's her adopted son's place. She lives in Khatib actually.

"Khatib?" I enquired. I used to live there said I. Then she asked which block? I replied, "840."

"No kidding!" She said she IS living there now. I said, "Really? Wow I was on the second floor."

And she's like, "I live on the second floor!" I thought, "Whaaat...?"

What a small world. Apparently we were even next door neighbours like 14 years ago or something. So weird.

We talked for a bit more downstairs before I split for my run and she went over to another block to drop by a friend's.

That was the longest I ever spoke to anyone in this neighbourhood. It's good.