All that's yet to be

This is one week where I actually look forward to school... because I didn't achieve anything at all during the weekend...I always do something for the future each day, or least plan for it, but this Sat & Sun was a total anti-climax. I didn't go Lambak and instead, went on a regressive trip down memory lane with a bus ride (only we know bus rides can be full of fun!), retracing alone our footsteps in the puddles of rain along Victoria Street sharing an umbrella grey as the skies, remembering the triumph of warm against the cold, reminiscing about that first embrace outside the blue Malabar Mosque, my hollow declaration of victory in response to, in retrospect, a hollow profession of love...but yet....

"In all languages in the world, there is the same proverb:'What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.' Well, I say there isn't an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are , the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we're in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we are far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them."

(from Eleven Minutes, a novel by Paulo Coelho)

I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain ....