A CUTE NOSTALGIA
I was on the train on Friday on the way to meet her. I sat down on those double seats that's near the end of a carraige. I think I was listening to Corriene May.

During one of the stops, a little boy boarded from the carraige next to mine and proceeded the partition between carraiges (you know, the one with metal floorings, somewhat the joints of the carraiges?). He went over and put a book down on to a floor. He opened up it up and I realised that it was a sticker book. He then whipped out a sticker and proceeded on his hunt for the matching number on his book which corresponded to his sticker in hand. He did this while squating in the dark area of the train, but yet with a light of enthusiasm in his eyes. He took out more stickers from his shorts pocket. A mess of stickers emerged and he rumaged through them in his hands and continued his hunt for the empty slots, looking for the right stickers to fill them up. Each time hoping that the one in is hand has an empty slot rather than a 'repeat'.

This scene was what I witnessed in the train and I sorta felt a wave of nostalgia overcome me. It reminded so much of how I was when i was younger. I wasn't sure what I was feeling really, emotional I guess. Cos I looked and observed how much my life has changed and evolved since. Moved me I guess. Couldn't stop smiling but yet at the same had a tear wellin in my eye.

As I alighted, realised he did too. So I observed him without seeming too much like a paedophile and smiled to myself again as i watched him walk the metal ribs on the station floors which were actually meant for the blind but has turned into a child's personal play area. A smile on my face again. Those were the days.