Sunday morning, I walked agaisnt the strong wind to the church to attend my lonely Sunday mass. After mass, I crossed the road to have my breakfast at the cafe opposite the church. All by myself. Adults were chatting to each while kid were screaming and running around the small garden at the cafe.
In the church, I was watching the family who sit in front of me. Grandparent, parent, 2 little girls with a little boy. Wishing peace to each other. Suddenly, I recall the two little gal who used to sit in front of us at Fatimah Church, Brickfields. They were so small when I just went to the Sunday Mass but they were all grown up at my last visit to Fatimah's church.
The surrounding merriness brought back the past into my mind.
This place does not belong to me. Someone who is alone with a book shall not stay at this atmosphere.
In the church, I was watching the family who sit in front of me. Grandparent, parent, 2 little girls with a little boy. Wishing peace to each other. Suddenly, I recall the two little gal who used to sit in front of us at Fatimah Church, Brickfields. They were so small when I just went to the Sunday Mass but they were all grown up at my last visit to Fatimah's church.
The surrounding merriness brought back the past into my mind.
This place does not belong to me. Someone who is alone with a book shall not stay at this atmosphere.
Autumn breeze is blowing away all the memory. Back to life, back to my one person apartment by breathing the air of this lonely space.