A perfect bag to match my the thrill of brazil red nails.

Its strange how I feel so connected to a stranger I've never known, but perhaps have crossed paths with in life. She could have been that lady sitting at the next table at Starbucks last month, or the lady I had passed on the street, or the lady that I accidentally bumped into while negotiating the office crowd at the CBD. I didn't know her personally, but I am so affected by the news of her tragedy. My heart sank when I heard the news, when I heard it was one of us. It sank even further when I saw her smiling picture, and learned of the beautiful life she led. I picked up a copy of the Today paper before boarding the train and upon seeing the picture of her husband crying uncontrollably beside her casket, my tears started flowing down and here I was, a stranger, standing in a crowded train cabin crying for her, crying for her husband, crying for her family & friends. I can only imagine their grief. Their beautiful wife, daughter, sister, friend, had been cruelly taken away from them. I cried in the train, I cried walking to my office, I cried when I reached the office, I cried at lunchtime, I cried on the way to meet my mum & aunts at Little India, and I cried upon seeing their faces. And I cried especially when hearing the fiance's voice. It really really saddens me to think that she & her husband had just gotten married last year, and was just beginning to enjoy this bliss called life. I can't. I just can't. I can't imagine. The pain, sorrow & grief her husband must be going thru losing his wife. His wife. The person he had promised to have & to honour, to love & to hold, in sickness & in health, till death do they part.

Dearest Beautiful Stranger, you will forever be in my heart, mind, & prayers. You have taught me to appreciate everything & everyone I have in my life & not take anyone for granted. Cos you never know when you might not see them ever again.

Rest In Peace, Lo Hwei Yen. You will forever be remembered.