It was foreign when i first met you.
but after so many years, you have become a part of my life, my home.
As i was lugging my last pieces of items to hail a cab to transfer it to my new home, you gave me your last smile and a sweet blessing kiss of goodbye
I saw your radiance and smile. One which i had never come across in the years i had spent in Khatib.
You bloomed with pink flower petals falling with the breeze.
I whispered a Thank you, Goodbye" under my breath.
With mixed feelings of warmth and sadness, i boarded the taxi and told the driver "Ang Mo Kio" as i departed from the estate in the trail of your falling petals.
Isn't this beautiful? this was the last moment i spent in Khatib. The street was filled with this falling pink flower petals, it was so beautiful like Sakura.
