Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Winter in Singapore

Evening. It had just ceased raining. Walking back to the office, I saw a semi-bald man at the bus stop. I could only see his back. He seemed to blow vapours from his mouth.

As if on reflex action, I too exhaled through my mouth. No vapours. Nothing.

Alas, there is no winter in Singapore, I realised.

The semi-bald man was smoking a cig.

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