The good old fusebox.
Like our antique narra furniture, this is one of the things in our house that's older than me. I grew up seeing that box which somehow gives me a sense of safety whenever i pull down its rusty lever way back in the years of almost day-long blackouts.
This box was the first thing i rushed to when electrical cables in our street exploded and almost broke into a fire.
Since the day i learned what the box is for and since the day i was tall enough to reach it, i have designated myself to check on it whenever an electricity-related incident or emergency arises.
I have shared so many adrenaline-pumping moments with that box.
But yesterday, we had the house rewired and the fusebox had to be replaced by a circuit-breaker.
Ladies and gentlemen, good ol' fusebox has left the building.
;P
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