A moment like this

A raindrop fallen from the sky.
It had fallen onto my face.
Touched my cheek.

A hint of memory pieced together.
The long unwanted forgotten past.
That single detail.

The more you tried to forget,
the more it seems to linger here.

As distance as it seems,
as near as it becomes.

Suddenly, a sense of nostalgic struck.

You are reminded of the sent,
the sight,
the longing.

A combination of a few,
can bring the greatest man to his tears.
The strongest man to be broken.
A girl to weep,
silently.

The power of loneliness.
The taste of home cooked food.
The sight of resemblance.

A tear which refuses to drop.
A clutter of unused pots.
A clean kitchen.
An empty house.


I DO have to admit it is because of the loneliness I have when I stayed alone in office today which created these ripples of thought. Yet, part of me will think it's the strikingly similar taste of the food I had ate for dinner in West Coast. The familiar taste, similar methods of cooking, I presume. All that bundled with the sight of my own reflection which reminded me of the words of my aunts and cousins, "You look very much like your mother". It then all comes..

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