Nostalgia - Home

It has been half a year ago, since I wrote something here.

Much has happened; I spent a wonderful time with my university mates in Melbourne and Sydney, successfully organized "I have designs on you" and have since graduated. Next week heralds the start of my working life; I will begin my copywriter internship with Paprika.

I have been in the reminiscing mood of late, perhaps it was the dreaded thought of working that set me back in time to appreciate the good old days.

Monday, I returned home; where over two decades of memories still lingers.

I alighted at the same old bus stop; one without a shelter, only a sturdy yet rusting pole, which marked the beginning of the trail back home. The winding steps with overgrown plants and littered foliage, led to the once bustling grocer, now empty and quiet; much of the shops have made way for the sake of novelty.

Stopped by Secret Recipe to grab a quick bite, while I was there, I mused at the tranquility and rustic charm of this neighborhood; despite going through multiple estate facelifts, demolition and reconstruction of the primary school I attended just opposite it, everything remained the way it was; ever so peaceful and laid back.

It had just rained, but that did not put the damper on the children at the playground, looking across the car park, I remembered grandma's wake being held there; a juxtaposition of the living and the departed, our mortality personified.

My pace slowed, as the balcony came into view; I could still vividly remember how the interior looked like; the corner where I would hide and cry after caning sessions, the room where countless tutors tried to talk some sense into me, the dining table where good food was always served.

Three years ago, I moved out. It did not feel that long, as I walked up the slope to the bus stop, where the trail ends; it felt like it was only yesterday, that I returned home.