Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come. Author --- Rabindranath Tagore
I was just sitting down yesterday and managing my Diwali sms wish list. I was putting all my friends and family who celebrate diwali into one folder in my contacts so that when it comes to sending out Diwali greetings it would be much easier. I almost reached the end of my contacts when I realised what I had done. I had also included the numbers of my mama who passed on one month ago (2nd September 2009) and my dearest friend Lachman who passed on 2 years ago (14th July 2007). What surprised me was that after 2 years I still have Lachman's number. Maybe because I always have this bizarre thought that one day I will call and might just hear his voice at the end of the other line. Never going to happen I know but sometimes it is nice to think that nothing is impossible in life. If impossibilities becomes integral in life, it would be impossible to live. When I was posted to Putrajaya I used to think how nice it would be to still have my grandparents house in Rahang, Seremban. I wd travel daily. Even though no one is around anymore, just staying in the house would have been a joy. It is so strange how even today I close my eyes I can still imagine every nook and cranny of that house and all the time I have spent there. The house is no longer where it is. All that is left is a plot covered with thick bushes. The kampung is almost unrecognisable. The sandy roads have been replaced by tar, the papan houses with brick. The yellow buses are far n few in between where once there used to be many. There is no longer the smell emanating from Lee Rubber, the smell that never bothered us but would have disturb many. The biscuit factory just sits there motionless. The cow sheds have vanished just like their owners. The river has dried up where once water flowed. The infamous scary wooden bridge that we had to cross which connected us to the other side of the kampung where the shops used to be has disappeared almost as if saying that our present can never ever be connected back to our past life. It holds as reminder to say that everything changes but change itself. My ultimate dream is to build a house exactly like what our Seremban house was. Wish me luck. Now whenever I pass a signboard that says either Seremban or Pontian, my heart says visit but my mind automatically asks WHO? I have always been listening to my heart so the next time I pass such signage I will visit......not the people but their abundant MEMORIES that is left behind. Nanaji, Nanima, Great Nanima, Dadaji, Dadima, Mamaji and Lachman. Rest in pecae and HAPPY DIWALI in advance. 
