It is raining mildly. I've been reading articles since
I came back from DI two hours ago. I have nothing to write actually, but
looking at this peaceful rain makes me want to write down something.
I miss my hometown really much. I haven't been home
for almost two years. I have no idea what Jitra would look like now, the last
time I was back there it was a totally different city from the one I used to
cycle back and forth during my early days.
Jitra was a quiet city, before the mushrooming of learning institutions disrupted its peaceful existence. UUM, KMK, SBPs, MRSMs
and even KMP contributed to the sprawling growth of Jitra. Now it is crowded
with outsiders. It is not uncommon now to hear outside dialects being spoken in
Jitra, a rare occasion twenty years ago.
I was not born and I've lived half my life outside
Jitra, but I still regard it as my only hometown. I miss Kedah dialect, that is
my natural language and I haven't spoken it for a long time. It's hard to find
a fellow Kedahan's here.
That is all for today. I want to fully enjoy
this peaceful rain. With every drop of this rainfall, it was as if my problems
were slowly washed away with it.
Maybe that's the hidden power of rain. It secretly soothes
the soul.
