In india in the village it just sat and stretched into hours of waiting, for it to pass, for heat to subside, for the current to return. Our heart beats slowed, we too sat like lizards on a stone, waiting.
In Singapore it runs runs breathless into the next hour, day, month, dragging us behind it like unwilling children wailing we need 5 more min to play. Here we must carve out time for the self, for children, otherwise we'd be swept away, and when the carved time is over we need to snap back like rubber bands to hold everything in place.
Only Friday night feels light.. Without the pressure of having to wake up at 5am and run the race again first thing in the morning, the heart beat slows a few seconds. The improbable hope of a tomorrow to take up the slack of today, this week, this month, allows our smiles to linger for more than their allocated slot, and we fall asleep, grateful for the respite we imagine awaiting us over the weekend.
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