Roller coaster
Life is the deadliest of all Roller coasters.The amount of change that has happened within the last five days renders me speechless. Things were just as lively as it had always been at Block 313,Shunfu Road when I left Singapore. I saw the faces that meant the most to me at the airport. Strange that in one of my recent blogs I had wished that things should stay the same and not change for some time atleast. And last five days have been the exact opposite of what I wished for. Makes we wish I hadnt wished at all.
The house that was over-full with life and laughter and constant aroma of someone's delicous cooking and filled with music and plants is just an empty space now. And such a drastic transition after the very day I left.
We all met as total strangers at Block 313. At a glance no body would have deemed us as even friends given the age groups and the back grounds. Darrio was the most vibrant person that bridged the gap and in no time we found ourselves fighting like a family. And unusally we found ourselves at home most of the time.Every person under the roof were totally toally different. Amy from Nigeria, Me and Subi from Chennai, Mrs. Jayne and her two kids Darrio and Tasha from Spore were the occupants. Each one drastically different from the other. I can very proudly say I have never witnessed an act of selfishness nor any silly misunderstandings the whole time I was there.Even each of our families interacted with each other.
Now nobodys there, nothings there. Mrs.Jayne has gone far far away from all of us, physically. And everbody else just left the house for good today. Guess Jayne was the force keeping us together. She is the strongest and the most lovable woman I would ever come across in my life.Sometimes just want to take life by the collar and punch its face so hard and knock it off.
All good things come to an end and life will go on..
Life still is beautiful in its own strange way.
The house that was over-full with life and laughter and constant aroma of someone's delicous cooking and filled with music and plants is just an empty space now. And such a drastic transition after the very day I left.
We all met as total strangers at Block 313. At a glance no body would have deemed us as even friends given the age groups and the back grounds. Darrio was the most vibrant person that bridged the gap and in no time we found ourselves fighting like a family. And unusally we found ourselves at home most of the time.Every person under the roof were totally toally different. Amy from Nigeria, Me and Subi from Chennai, Mrs. Jayne and her two kids Darrio and Tasha from Spore were the occupants. Each one drastically different from the other. I can very proudly say I have never witnessed an act of selfishness nor any silly misunderstandings the whole time I was there.Even each of our families interacted with each other.
Now nobodys there, nothings there. Mrs.Jayne has gone far far away from all of us, physically. And everbody else just left the house for good today. Guess Jayne was the force keeping us together. She is the strongest and the most lovable woman I would ever come across in my life.Sometimes just want to take life by the collar and punch its face so hard and knock it off.
All good things come to an end and life will go on..
Life still is beautiful in its own strange way.
Labels: 313 Shunfu Rd
posted by Ocean at
10:50 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah it is beautiful in its own strange way. I have always known that whatever happens you should be a survivor. I know Mrs. Jayne is one of the survivors you would have ever met.The vibrancy of life makes you forget all the cons that it had offered you. Ultimately its the Journey that matters in the end......
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