There were once places I genuinely loved. Whenever i needed to
find solace, i retreat to the National Library, find my favourite
spot at the corridor and read a book. The red bricks meant a lot to
me, it was here I borrowed my first book and met my first love. The
national library is unfortunately gone.
I also loved the open air coffee shop at Little Road, my frens and
I enjoyed beer there for years. Its gone, made way for
upgrading.
I guess its these little things that we relate to, no matter how
far we are, we just want to come back to the same things that
reminds us that we are home. Unfortunately when these things are
gone, the feelings associated with them begins to fade too. When
feelings are gone, everything is gone.
