What is it about the past that we like to cling to? Why do we call them the good old days when those days were fraught with insecurities and uncertainties? Maybe we like the innocence of youth, the courage and foolishness, and the open road that we face. Music is the vessel that carries these memories.
When I was last at Alfajiri, I heard one of PM Dawn’s songs and it yanked me violently to a friend of mine’s room when we were in Form 2.
