hand-in-hand as the world expands

One of my favourite feelings is to be sitting in a bus while it is raining. The initial hesitant free-fall, the incessant pitter-patter, the rampant rat-a-tat-tat: your personal orchestra right there and then. And then, there is the latticework of rain-streaks on windows that smoothens out the edges of the concrete scenery. There is a delight in knowing that you are sitting there, toasty and unaffected in a capsule of warmth, and passing by the world lashed by surly rain and gusty winds. The tenuous demarcation between the controlled and uncontrollable (the here-versus-there) makes all the difference. It is also nice re-discovering the human subservience to nature. Despite the technological advances, cloud computing and whatnot, we are still at the mercy of those pregnant rainclouds. Waiting at the fringes of shelters, rancid frowns on faces, girlish squeals as school-kids race across the road (green light, of course) in soaked canvas shoes, yeah we are there and doing that every single time. And we are all trying to get home, bobbing from one diaphanous bubble to another.



( what we most want is bad for us we know )