Eighteen years ago, I made my first visit to that beautiful place. Looked at him with full of admiration. Someone who always had a smile of his face and seemed ever so approachable. He extended his hands and there, a firm handshake. Funny, I actually kissed his hand. Why? I don't know why at that time. Looking back, no regrets. And funny how, that very night i was down with high fever and was hospitalised. And they said, i was too excited. Heh, perhaps.

And today, eighteen years later, I'm making a comeback, to the same place, to pay my last respect to the People's President. It's an honour. Was approached by my HOD to represent the school with another personnel and 8 students to make our way to Istana later. Yesterday, we did one minute of silence with the flag flown at half mast and the memories linger.

Definitely, he will always be remembered.