I remember vividly every inch of the house.
a big room, a small kitchen next to toilet, the balcony.
of course, the gloomy corridor and the messy elevator.
also the train that I can watch from the balcony each time it passes the flats.
every time I hear the sound of the train coming I will run to the balcony
and shout,
"Kerete api! kerete api!"
I never get bored of it.
"Ini 15 tahun yang lalu. Sekarang dah tak ada apa.. yang tinggal cuma cebisan memori halus."
"Saya rindu flat bukit chagar dan atok atas."
Al-Fatihah.