“She stands there, waiting to return to her loved ones. And
it isn’t long before her wish is made possible…
The crowd starts to funnel into the monorail. However, she takes
a step back at that very moment; she gives up on her opportunity to return
earlier. Just as fast as her wish is made possible, just as fast the realization
of it is being prolonged. As the crowd clears out, her face becomes seeable. She
shows no sign of frustration about being left behind or cut in line. Instead,
there’s a sign of relief on her; she smiles while she looks down on her belly
and softly touches it. She is glad that she has not gotten aboard it…”
“He walks down the steps slowly. He seems to be exhausted
and probably more than eager to return home as soon as able…
And as if the God heard his heart, the light rail transit reaches
the platform. All in the sudden, the footsteps become more frequent. Yet, he
maintains the same pace as before. He keeps his pace synced to the pace of the
young lady who is walking with him; she taps the front of hers, with a stick, everytime
before she takes a step. The slightest
sign of impatience is absent from his face. He is concentrating on walking with
her, with her hands in his. ‘Speed’ is no longer something that he is emphasizing
on…”
“She treads the
stairs carefully. In her hands, there’s his and together, they are heading to
the platform below…
The station was previously filled with nothing but the sound
of heels or soles. They appear with conversation and laughter; it breaks the
unlikely silence and the tired atmosphere. He may not see her before at all. He
may not know how she really looks like. Then again, it doesn’t seem to affect
anyone of them. The beeping starts but neither of them steps in. And one after
another, they don’t get aboard; they intentionally miss out on both of the lines
and seem to be enjoying every moment of it as well…”
“He runs back and forth on the court, pushing the ball. The
smile on him reflects how he is feeling, innocently…
His father sits there quietly. His sights were placed firmly
on him and the rolling ball. There was no sign of how dad is feeling. None
until dad walks him to the basket and starts making shots. He cheers for every
shot made and he laughs for every score. And there’s a smile on dad’s face. He
jumps and claps, even when there’re risks where he will be hit by the other
balls; he doesn’t seem to have even thought about that. With dad standing tall
beside him, he shows nothing but excitement…”
Please don’t think about the sequence or the relation of the
scenes mentioned. I afraid that the writer couldn’t even explain on it as well;
he has no idea of why these scenes are so memorable to him, nor does he have
any answer on what he is trying to bring out with them.
Perhaps, they are
reflections of ‘love’? Or perhaps, they are pictures of ‘warmth’?
Whatever they are to him, they are something but how about
You who are reading this?
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