The fireworks display in my memory lane

It was Chinese New Year's Eve.

Chinatown was extremely crowded. All were coming to see the very first display of firecrackers and fireworks that were arranged by the authorities. So, we were there.

The small town was bustling with activities. There were stages put up at different areas. Artistes were there performing and entertaining the crowd. The street vendors were busy with their new year goodies business. The atmosphere of countdown to the new year was just great. Everyone was in high spirit to welcome the year of Monkey.

As we walked into the crowd, we held our hands together with our fingers locked tightly. I have a strange feeling. I could feel my heartbeats faster and I guessed my blood pressure went higher too. It was as if I was in love and being loved again - with a man I used to know, who I have spent half of my life with. We did not talk much, but I felt good. Too good that I have no words to describe.

Finally, countdown to the new year began. As we counted to zero, the firecrackers were first to go. The deafening noise made some parents covered their children ears. Then, followed by the fireworks. One by one, it splashed into the dark sky. They were like flowers blooming in front of my eyes, and their colored sparkles fading away like falling stars. It was beautiful.

Watching the fireworks display with our hands held together, how I wished the world would just come to a standstill. I wished I could hold his hand forever. Indeed, this was the most romantic evening I ever had.

As I rest my head on my pillow that night, I knew this would be my ever best beautiful moment collected in my memory lane.