Small Towns: An introduction from a bridge
By Woon Tien Li
I love to watch the traffic from overhead bridges. That day in Damansara Uptown, I leaned against the railing of one and looked down. The twin lanes to my left were nearly empty, whereas the ones on my right were jammed up—no one seemed to be moving above 30kmph.
Contrast that experience with those I have had from the overhead bridge in front of my alma mater. Back home, cars zipped back and forth under the bridge, thrilling me with a motley crew of Nissan’s, Proton’s, and Hicom’s. I wonder if perhaps cities are devoid of this simple, free entertainment.
“Huh?” You ask, “Is this how small town folk spend their days?”
Let me be in denial here: Of course not!
So to prove our meaningful existence, here we are, we who have lived all our young lives in bandar-bandar kecil.

1 Comments:
O_o Bandar-bandar kecil! I also grew up in one of them. A flat muddy thing it is (was?). Last I heard it was devoid of people aged between 18 and 35, because they all go somewhere else, for example, another bandar kecil in a foreign nation.
Go go bandar-bandar kecil!
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