Strolling down Memory Lane
I found sanctuary.To the soul, to the mind. My home.
This is a story about 7, Totnes Grove of Dartmouth Road. Where it all began. Where it all started. So much happened here, at not just my shack. Our Shack. So much for it being just a shack, it holds a million memories.
The memory lane
7 is the number
The neighbourhood
The kitchen leading to the lavatory
The same ol' green stove still lives
Mr Flood, the landlord changed the sofa but our Egyptian parchment still hangs on the wall
Darren's tv still plays beralaskan kain tudung sherrie
This is where Sherrie and I first build our friendship. Where we shared secrets. Where we shared a home together. When we were bored, whilst having "our 5 minutes moment", we'd gaze at the stars, knowing that family may be miles away, but we all share the same stars.
Then, this is where mutual enemies, Sherrie and Mahsuri became friends. And how 7 Totnes Grove became santuary to all with personal problems. It was as if here, people came to find peace, amongst them were Sharon, Darren and Dana. Sherrie and I gave them all "illegal immigrants" status.
Funny now that I think about it. But it's just special. My sister Tasha is now staying at 7 Totnes Grove, while studying at Birm Uni. I trust that she has taken good care of the home while we are back here. It's just breath-taking to be able to go back and still, have that feeling "Feels just like home..."
Mr Flood did a lot of modifications. Like he changed the carpets, the ceiling and lightings. But all memories remain. As our friendship will.
P/S: Dude, you remember how it was?
posted by WaBBa Fe$H @ 6:04 AM
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