Life has never been a bed of roses.
Whenever I’m feeling lost or blue, I would go to St Teresa Church to visit my Mom-in-law’s niche.
It’s strange, because I have never once believed in visiting graves or niches.
Visiting somehow gives me strength to stay positive.. memories of her comforts my heart…
It was raining cats and dogs, when I reached St Teresa Church.
With no umbrella at hand, I was drenched from head to toe.
It was still pouring as I was leaving.
Despite being wet as a fish, I made a quick stop to take some pictures of the church..
The white windows are such a charm..
They don’t built windows like this anymore, don’t they?
Built in 1920s, this roman catholic church still stands strong.
I’m glad it has been gazetted as a national monument.. it would have be such a pity if the government had to tear it down.
Till later, my friends. 🙂