The City of Thousand Memories

It will only going to be less than two hours transit. Hardly enough time to do anything. But it's been three years now since the last time she stepped her foot in that city.

It's late already. The sun had set. As the plane land, she crane her neck to have a better view of the city. She couldn't help but remember. Flood of memories rushing in.

Her first place on her own, the curry puff she usually bought for breakfast, the crazy people she became friend with, the club hoping, her fave irish pub (Finnigan, see... she still remember the name after all that time), her routine morning trip to the tower (sometime half running, cursing why the meeting set at such an early time), her first time having a mobile, the first time she realize how much she hate her mobile averytime it rang (cos more often than not it brought problems that need to be solve, it felt like the mobile imprison her), her first time wearing a dress (a long black sleeveless backless dress that made her felt sexy for the first time in her life), her first time having people reporting to her, her first time having a real responsibility with real impact if she screw up, the first time she try to cook for someone else (and accepting the fact that she may never become a good cooker).

Her first love, her first kiss, her first time making love.

All the laughs. All the tears.

She didn't know what expression her face wore that moment but it made the woman sitting next to her asking what's wrong? are you okay?. She try to smile and look at the kind woman. Nothing, she said, it just the ghost of my past.