It’s the time of late Spring, with some mist in the airs even though the weather’s hot and dry. It is the time of the year for the nostalgia, the reminiscence, the moments-relive. This time ten years ago, we were on the bus heading for home, eyes wandering out of the bus window, minds wandering beyond the confinements of reality. Even then, we knew the definition of nostalgia.
I can’t help think: what exactly has changed in these ten over years? The skies, the weather, the settings, all remain the same. No doubt our looks and build have modified over time; what about our internal core? Do we hold on to the same set of beliefs and principles? Do we care anymore about the things we hold on tightly to then?
Somehow wishing they could put me on a bus now, looking out of the window again, viewing things under the melancholic tone as so strongly cast by the afternoon sun, particularly from the sun of this season.
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