Fingerprints

Most people know me as E'indah, because that's my name.

Some people know my name from the moment I was given it, but they prefer calling me Kak.

Some people probably refer to me as my Instagram or Twitter name, or that girl who is obsessed with trains, or that girl who keeps tweeting bullshit.

Some people only know me as adik Naqib, or Nazriq's sister.

Whereas, some people know my name but address me as matair 'Aamir.

Sometimes, I'm known as the tall Malay girl.

Sometimes, I'm known as the Popular girl, the one who always orders nasi lemak set one.

Sometimes I am just the girl who buys three sugar donuts at the bakery every morning.

If I'm lucky enough to be noticed, I'm the girl who's always reading at the Police Cantonment Complex.

The girl who is always wearing a black cardigan on bus 58, or bus 21.

Or perhaps the ninth floor neighbour.

Maybe one day I am just a girl who dropped her iced Milo when walking out of KFC.

Maybe some other day I am just a girl who was crying like an idiot on the train.

I feel it all the time, but I know I'm not invisible.

Some way or another, I leave an impression. Not one that's deep, perhaps, but enough to be remembered.

Enough to be there, like fingerprints. Not necessarily seen, but if you try hard enough, there I am, clear as day.