The red stripes wrapped around the white carriages are impossibly hard to ignore. The platform is glistens with rainwater intertwined with the muddy shoes of the commuters. Above, the sun rays filter feebly through the clouds, only to get caught in the puddles of water on the floor, forming the rainbows that reflect itself upon the concrete ceiling. The swarm of commuters thickens, wetting the floor even further.
I stand apart from them, alone, surrounded with debris and people of aggressive mankind. The world, the people around me revolves, whizzed away and enshrouded by their own objectives. It is uncommon to see such a sight, a lone person, away, apart from others, in a face of loneliness and despair. Yet Iam not alone with my thoughts. I am waiting, and watching, for someone.

Its all familiar to me now, the words of " Going to Johor Bahru? Transfer to the free SMRT link bus service......" at Woodlands Regional Interchange. Yes, its only been 5 days. But that sense of nostalgia, of deja vu vis-a-vis the chill of the rain as it streaks down is all too familiar. That sense of longing, of belonging, has deepened to match the clouds.
Yes, I know. Reluctantly so. That I will not see that place again, that place where I met you.