Thirty-Two

Today in 1973, the legendary P. Ramlee passed away, leaving behind his award-winning films to be seen by the whole world, again and again. Eight years later, I came into being. Thirty-two years later, I am probably a nutcase, with dreams unrealised. Come tomorrow, when the sun settles at the right spot, I'll ask with this face staring straight into the mirror: What's the point of all these? But again, what's the point of asking?

All I ever wish is for things to be simpler.