My "kampung" during the early years of my childhood was Kota Bahru, Gopeng.It's a small town divided by a railway track ... It has a small railway station.
As a kid, I always wondered and asked whether railway track ever has a meeting point ... The track is basically a parallel lines "running" in tandem with each other... It never meets - there is no meeting point actually, not even at the railway station ... Only the train coach stops - briefly to cater for its passengers getting on or off the coach - but not the track.
I am just wondering whether love is like a railway track ... Will it meet at one point along the line? What would happen if it meets ....
Nobody would have the answer actually as it would never happened. Not in our life time at least. It never meets ... Perhaps those people on board the train coach might know and have the answer as when the coach stops at the station, it's either they have found their "meeting point" - their love - or they have grown tired of drifting aimlessly along the track seeking for love ...
P/S: What about those who board the coach? I guess their journey to find love - that meeting point - had just begun!!!! Good luck to them .....
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wow!! this is beautiful..:)i loove to read your blog mr fauzi..it is so deep n make me realise that true love is somethng which is hard to find..im one of those who still hasnt met the meeting point yet..:P but i believe that every train has a reason to stop..n i hope my destination will be a 'wonderful' place to stop..:)
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