Growing Old

We were walking

me, down the memory lane.

My shadow shaded him from the sun.

My scarf shielded him from the drizzles.

We were walking

him, in the present.

He towers over me.

I now grows old

he grows up.

Eternal Peace

Rain pelting the tarmac. I sat there, a book in my hand, waiting for the down pour to stop.

Despite the storm, there was calmness and peacefulness in the air. It was surreal. Then I remembered. The spot, the McD where I sat and took shelter, once stood a majestic banyan tree. Underneath it, was a cemetery.

The local people who opened the area, were once buried here. They knew their land. They knew which spot was peaceful for them to rest eternally. But it was not meant to be. Money and commercialisation were more important. In death, they were required to moved.

And so they did. To make way for a mall and a fast food restaurant. A reminder to us all, nothing is eternal in this world, not even death.

Happy New Year

It new year again!

Gong Xi Fa Chai

p.s. I've just realised that it loosely translated to  "wishing (you) abundance of wealth". Who need peace and happiness, when wealth is more preferred ;)

2018

2018. A week has passed. 

I stared blankly on the screen pondering what to write / type. I see others sharing their new year resolutions. I have none; other than to write 2018 instead of 2017.

Some live events in mine have made me feel that new year celebrations on 1st January is overrated. I now treated it as just another holiday. 1st January is new year for Gregorian Calender. We in Asia, have other calenders that we centre our lives around. Chinese Lunar Calendar and Islamic Calendar are just two examples of those calenders. There's also Hindu solar calendar that our Hindu's friends use to pick auspicious date for every thing.

Though I'll say somthing similar again in a couple of months: Happy New Year!