The landmark that will tell me that I have reached my station,coming from the south.
Everytime we watch out for this, when this comes, we would dragged our luggage near the entrance to be thrown out during KTM very short stop.
Dari tingkap KTM, papan tanda baru. Kampungku Padang Sebang.
When I was 5, I used to watch trains passing by here. The dusty bus would stop at his traffic junction. I would wonder, where the trains would go. Would I be able to be on that trains someday, where does the trains ended?This time, when this picture was taken, I was on that trains. Having not enough time to stop here, my kampung. I have to go back to my sick mother.
This time I wonder, how are the people over there, is my mother's house still standing strong, when will I be able to visit there again.
Ah, would time erase the name from this board, would they take away this old board to be replaced by the new, blue version?
Would you stay as you are, as when that 5 year-old girl pictured you when she waited to cross the light on that dusty, old bus?
Would you still be there, waiting for her to come back?
Found some more link:
http://www.esasterawan.net/esasterawan/1.asp?uid=131
Bedok, Ansar Gardens
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puan jahrera,
ReplyDeleteThis is what Basho says, in the Prologue from his book "The Narrow Road To a Far Province" :-
[ The passing days and months are eternal travellers in time. The years that come and go are travellers too. Life itself is a journey; and as for those who spend their days upon the waters in ships and those who grow old leading horses; their home is the open road." ]
Regards & Wassalam :
DARMA MOHAMMAD.
arigato sensei, kerna linkkan blog esasterawan saya di entri blog sensei.
ReplyDeletethank you for the words from basho, sdr darma mohammad.
ReplyDeleteAliff kun, no prob, anytime.