Play of light.

Blogging through paper - here's my entry straight off the bus.

Play of light.
1550 hrs. On the bus.

It's funny how the play of light can change the way a place looks, the way it feels, and the feelings it evokes. I'm on the bus now, passing through the same stretch of road I was strolling just last night in the cool drizzle. The carefree romanticism of dark roads and cool rain has given way to the peaceful serenity of a Saturday afternoon.

The bus is weaving through Little India now. Its people, eateries and throngs of sunglass-wearing tourists remind me of Dubai. Was it only a week ago?

Amidst the logical facade, I surprise myself with unexpected, uncalculated rash moves. It's amazing how strong my resolve can be when I put my mind to something, no matter how ridiculously inappropriate it is.

At the same time, it is also humanely humbling to realise that my resolve can weaken so easily without so much a gentle nudge. I like to think it was the rain.

I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow.