when nostalgia hits.
when nostalgia hits.a certain kind of numbing sensation. not exactly paralysing.
just a little spot in your heart that feels a bit raw.
something, an occurence by chance, sets it in motion.
u start thinking and thinking, not forgetting to marvel about the wonders of chronology,in between, thinking and thinking somemore.
remembering.
an old shop. maybe. in an old estate. the kindergarten u passed on your way to the old shop in the old estate. and the void deck u left behind. the indian uncle u waved goodbye to before u did.
an old neighbour who moved out before u did. and his maid, who found company in your maid, as u found a playmate in him.
people whose features u cant seem to make out clearly anymore.
places so familiar, yet seeming not to belong in the recesses of your mind.
images so faint, emotions so real.
and they tell you 18 years is not a long time.

