from mel's post, she talked about having roti prata at thomson and crossing an overhead bridge there. it came to me at once: my family and i having roti prata on a weekend morning in one of the shophouses that line the main road in thomson; and then right to the another image of the bridge outside thomson plaza.

again, it automatically triggered the memory of the overhead bridge at my grandma's place in toa payoh where it crosses the expressway. and when you walk across it you can feel the bridge beneath rattling as the cars zoom past by underneath.

like a chain, a memory can take me across the bridge to another treasured one..