I walked into the bookshop searching for a particular type of magazine.
I found it after a while.
I didn’t know what I would find.
When I found it, I remembered my heart leapt for joy.
I was laughing. Probably not hysterically.
As I did not wish to attract too much attention.
With the magazine tightly within my grasp, I walked to the counter and paid for it.
My mind was cluttered with so many things yet I could not find a coherent element in all those that surged into my mind.
My first short story in Bahasa Malaysia has finally been published in Dewan Siswa.
I jumped onto my motorcycle and left quickly.
I was smiling from ear to ear.
My imagination was taking control of me.
I felt a strong gush of wind slapping my face.
My hair was like being blown away.
A sensation that I never experienced before.
It dawned upon me.
I have completely forgotten about my helmet.
Two decades and seven years later, it still feels like yesterday.