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Inspiration in half-light

It's been a sombre time in my house for the past week now - all because my wife had fallen sick... pity the poor girl. This meant that when I'd arrive home at night, dinner would be prepared, and then after that she would go for her prayers, and then straight away nod off. Overworked, underpaid, and sick... Pity her.

This also meant an extremely loooooong period of being by myself at home - pity me... :)

But yesterday was different. After dinner, I went up to my bedroom, switched on the air-cond, dimmed all the lights, and drew open the curtains to the splendour of the view of Gunung Pulai in the half-light.

It was beautiful... the light of the moon reflected off the surface of the rooftops and the palm trees of the golf course surrounding us... The streetlights eminating a warm glow to the streets below them, as if inviting the world to bask in their quiet radiance... Like smiles of familiar faces in a vast unknown sea of strangers.

I was at peace.

I picked up my guitar and arranged my fingers to chords that were second nature to the artist within me. I strummed the chords, one by one, and slowly but surely, a new melody emerged. 

I began to write a song.


azie said…
owh, pity her. hope she'll get well soon:-)
Princess Liyana said…
Send my regards to kak sal..hope she'll get better;)

em..wah! a song??i want to listen to it Sir...;)
Abdullah said…
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Abdullah said…
Thanks girls, I'll pass on ur well wishes.

Liyana, as yet unfinished...It's not easy writing a song u know... :)
missyizzati said…
kak sal, semoga cepat sembuh. :D

he~~ i pon nak dengar gak. cepat habiskan eh? hehe.

cik lah, itu malam cari ilham dengan menunggang motor eh? :P
Greg Wee said…
You should sing to her. Romance her lah!
percicilan said…
Hope she gets well soon :)
Abdullah said…
Tunggang motor tgh2 mlm buta mmg best...

Singing to her doesn't exactly pump her with drug-induced relief.. Believe me, I know. ;)

Will pass on ur well-wishes :)
niasara said…
Get well soon kak Sal...

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