to write

she took a bus ride to the capital city last week. the morning ride, sometimes through padi fields, other times through the green green secondary forests, was refreshing. she savoured the myriad shapes of leaves, the different shades of chlorophyll; hills, dales, limestone caves.....even rustic villages peeping among aged fruit trees...

the vibrance of the country's pulsating center once again captivated her. walking alone among strangers in the crowded streets she was lost in reverie. of years gone by when as a student, she'd have a tall glass of cold cold root beer at a&w in between classes. that was one of the good things of city campuses!

or the evenings and nights spent strolling in the city after staring blankly for 2 hours at an empty sheet of butter paper on the drawing board. when ideas just wouldn't show up. inspiration went awol. and the dateline inches away sniggering and taunting.

she'd then go walking without a definite destination with her room-mate, ogling the merry and garish neon lights. feeling the jubilation of hundreds of pedestrians out for dinner or window shopping. or just wandering around, drinking in the excitement of the evening and the electric atmosphere . the lyrics of 'the streets of london' echoing...

those were the days....

and now she is to write....a book.....on a subject she is so passionate about...it is so exciting. and rejuvenating.....

Alhamdulillah. for the opportunity.