I arrived late and by then, people in black were seen walking away from where they had congregated after saying their farewell to Teo Beng Hock.
I trudged on alone and was greeted by a handful of people who seemed reluctant to move away.
It was a breezy night and the candle flames danced reflecting solemnness around the quiet of midnight. I felt the sense of calmness and from the corner of my eyes she lit the candles one after another.
It was a touching sight and I approached her and she looked up. Her puffy eyes anchored on her bulging eye-bags could not hide her feelings through her smile and she continued to light the candles.
Looking at her having to lose a dear friend, it made my vision blurred. A miraculous surge of feeling was overwhelming, and as if hallucinated by the whispering breeze caressing my ears in tapering whispers, I could hear her heart-rending message to him, “If only you could tell me why.”
