I live, like the 70%, in a HDB flat.
Everynight, I reach home by taking a lift to my floor and turn left to 2 doors after the lift doors open.
One was always opened and the other is always closed.
An old lady would sit in her sofa watching TV. When she caught my eye occasionally, we would chat. Most of the time, she would be dozing, watching TV or be somwhere in the flat.
I often see her alone most of the time and in the night when I come home. Her TV was always on and quiet. It had somehow became the norm to be greeted by the welcoming opened door behind the closed gate while the only sounds which disturbed the peace was my clumsy attempt to quieten the clanging and banging when I open my door.
One day, while the door still stood opened, the TV was off, with unfamiliar shoes and slippers outside the flat.
The next day, the TV was still off and yet the door still stood opened. The flat somehow became more silent than before.
Now, when I come home, that door seemed forever closed, the silent TV no longer allowed to display anything and the slippers all gone. Opening my door feels louder than before.
Rest in peace.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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