Koornang Rd. is especially quiet today. Painfully quiet, that is. When I closed shop for a while to grab something from Charcoal Chicken, crossing the road almost felt like walking into a cemetery. So much now is my sentiment for the day that my mind has flown back beside Mum. I ordered for chicken burger and chips feeling bad, because we'd have more prepared to take for picnic at her site. Then, my emoting was interrupted by the louder pouring of emotions spilled by the show on the telly. The shopkeepers have planted one on their counter to keep up with race being aired from Flemington. Hmm, Makybe Diva had made history by winning her third Cup. My mum too loved horses, almost claiming them to heaven one after the other the year she passed away.
I must be extremely bored to be even writing this. Well, what can I say? It's half past 3 p.m., and the busiest day she was expecting is nowhere close to being the slightest bit of being busy. Oh well...
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