Riding the Morning Train..

I rode the morning train from CCK to Clementi this morning.

It was a regular ride, I guess. I was listening to music I had saved on my phone. I was totally oblivious as to what was happening around me. I got in at CCK, stood near the door on the opposite side, the side that would open at Jurong East, and stared blankly at the crisp brown shirt, nicely ironed, in front of me.

I guess I was still sleepy, and not totally awake yet.

I was thinking and thinking - about things I knew that were sure to make me sad... And the song that was going on, in the phone, didnt help much at all.

"தேவனின் கோயில், மூடிய நேரம்...
நான் என்ன கேட்பேன், தெய்வமே?"

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When the prayer house is closed, what can I ask, God?

The brown shirt moved closer. I was still oblivious; I knew how jam-packed the trains are in the mornings and evenings with people going to and coming from work. I looked further down and settled at staring at a brown button on his stomach.

Jurong East came, and like the obedient little ants we were supposed to be, we moved to the opposite side of the platform for the next train. When I boarded, the brown shirt was still standing next to me.

"கேட்டால் தருவேன், என்றவன் நீயே...
கேட்டேன் ஒன்று, தந்தாயா?"
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It was You who said, Ask and I Shall Give,
I asked, but did You Give?

My music must have been able to be heard by those standing closer to me, because after awhile, a decidedly Indian accented voice, said : "Nice Song." very close to my ear; I looked up - it was Fair, Moustache Man. He had been standing next to me the entire time.

At that precise moment, the doors opened at Clementi Station and I stepped out.