Reminiscene

I sat on the bench, and looked into her eyes.

“Hello how are you, girl?”

She gave me a weak smile, her smile looks so distant.

“Sorry I was late, caught in the traffic.”
“Don’t be mad ok? Guess what? I’ve got you flowers!”“Sunflowers, they’re just like you, bright as the sun.”

She did not reply me. She just kept quiet. O well.



The church was at a secluded place, so nobody can disturb her.
The poorly-lit walkway to the hall seems so gloomy, so sad.
A oil painting of three Arch-angels, St Michael, St Raphael & St Gabriel stood guard quietly outside.
In the middle of the hall stood a bust statue of Christ, extending his arms to humanity.



“Guess who I bumped into today before I came to visit you?”
“I saw J! she’s changed so much! Haha..”
“Remember that movie you mention to me? ‘Gone with the wind.’
Seriously who watches that now? Or ‘Pride and Prejudice?’
“People might think I’m a big wuss. Guys are suppose to look tough and do manly things.”
“I’ve learnt a lot of things lately. I’ve learnt guitar, and started composing my own pieces. Did I mention I got to perform them too? I still have passion in writing, literature, arts and drawing. I’ve successfully became a designer now..haha and my side line is fixing pcs for other people! The recent emcee role in camp was a great experience too. Not to forget last year’s Sketch and Drama 2006. To be able to act, sing, write and draw, I’m sure you would be so proud of me.”




The deafening silence of the Columbarium broke, with my conversation, monologue with her.


I sat across the bench, and looked up to her niche.
I look down, in deep thought.
She did not reply any of my questions; like neither can I hear her laughter again.
She just..smile. In the niche photo she smiles so brightly.

I closed my eyes, as time takes me back to our conversations years back.

Perhaps others might see all this as futile.
Perhaps some say I’m gone mad.
Perhaps I really have.