The side lane where the writer and his siblings used to play tops, marbles and kaunda kaundi, is now overgrown with trees and shrubs. Photos: WAN CHWEE SENG
I used to reminisce and dream about it. On festive occasions whenever my siblings and I gathered at our ancestral house, our conversation would invariably gravitate towards it.
“One day we must take a trip to see our childhood home in Kuala Pilah,” we would say, wishfully.
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