I was at Jusco Bukit Raja last week. It had been more than a month since I stepped foot there. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of melancholy and sadness that engulfed me. I used to go there regularly: sometimes once a week, sometimes every other day. It was a pit stop for me while waiting for the kids. The Jusco food court was also my ‘work place’ – I’d bring my notebook and park myself on one of the chairs that face the expanse of glass windows so I can look out at the luscious leaves waving from outside while I write or wait for the muse. My favourite haunts were (still are) Popular and MPH where I’d check out the Malaysiana shelves without fail, and occasionally bug the sales assistants about giving my books a prominent display.

My days of wandering around Jusco are gone. No more freedom to go where I want when I want. I miss the good old days, the kids do too.  Now it’s all about this new venture which has its own teething problems. As I reflect on the not-so-good things-which-aren’t-s0-terrible-either which have happened of late, I think to myself, how should I view these?

Potholes? They only make the ride bumpy and shake up the suspension. Not good for the driver and the vehicle. What you get is a feeling of relief after you’ve negotiated the potholes.

Roadblocks? A complete waste of time unless it’s meant for nabbing someone like Osama.

Hurdles? You jump over them; some fall, some remain standing. And they are good for strengthening the legs.

Hurdles it shall be.

Having said that, there are so many blessings to be thankful for too. I’ve got friends/partners who are helpful. The family help out when they can. The centre has been beautifully renovated. There’s no way to go but up.

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