I looked up from my phone and my gaze fell onto three elderly men who were alighting the bus. Standing right at the exit, I had the perfect view of the antics of these men. Two of them had lanyard hung around their necks, with each of them taking either side of the exit. They carried nothing much - one was carrying a tote bag that was hung on his shoulder while the other was empty handed. Despite their age blatantly displayed by their greying hair, they were still teasing each other uncontrollably like primary school children. The poking, teasing slapping and the incessant laughter. When the doors swung open, they immediately tapped their cards against the reader and immediately dashed out to an impromptu race of who can reach their next destination.
I didn't know what to feel.
The last man - who didn't know the previous two men - was taking his time to alight. He kept his distance behind the two men and strolled slowly after alighting from the bus. As the door closed, my gaze was still fixated on the three men. The two who were still racing each other along the pavement, and the last one lagging behind them. Standing near the exit gave me a great vantage point, and my phone was soon forgotten. I saw the last man waving and beaming at someone - or something - and my eyes struggled to focus on what he was so enthusiastic about.
At the void deck probably 20 metres away, I saw a teacher urging a string of nursery toddlers to line up neatly in a row before they set off. The third man was waving so cheerily at the little kids that something just tugged deep in my heart.
I don't know why I felt such emotions stirring in me while I was just watching this scene unfold - two separate situations, and yet my heart ached for that moment. Up till now, I still have no clue on how exactly I should use words to describe those strong emotions that I felt at that instant. It was a combination of heartache, worry and bittersweet feelings all bundled and mashed up into one lump of intertwined mess and it was threatening to bubble over.
I looked up from my phone and my gaze fell onto three elderly men who were alighting the bus. Standing right at the exit, I had the perfect view of the antics of these men. Two of them had lanyard hung around their necks, with each of them taking either side of the exit. They carried nothing much - one was carrying a tote bag that was hung on his shoulder while the other was empty handed. Despite their age blatantly displayed by their greying hair, they were still teasing each other uncontrollably like primary school children. The poking, teasing slapping and the incessant laughter. When the doors swung open, they immediately tapped their cards against the reader and immediately dashed out to an impromptu race of who can reach their next destination.
I didn't know what to feel.
The last man - who didn't know the previous two men - was taking his time to alight. He kept his distance behind the two men and strolled slowly after alighting from the bus. As the door closed, my gaze was still fixated on the three men. The two who were still racing each other along the pavement, and the last one lagging behind them. Standing near the exit gave me a great vantage point, and my phone was soon forgotten. I saw the last man waving and beaming at someone - or something - and my eyes struggled to focus on what he was so enthusiastic about.
At the void deck probably 20 metres away, I saw a teacher urging a string of nursery toddlers to line up neatly in a row before they set off. The third man was waving so cheerily at the little kids that something just tugged deep in my heart.
I don't know why I felt such emotions stirring in me while I was just watching this scene unfold - two separate situations, and yet my heart ached for that moment. Up till now, I still have no clue on how exactly I should use words to describe those strong emotions that I felt at that instant. It was a combination of heartache, worry and bittersweet feelings all bundled and mashed up into one lump of intertwined mess and it was threatening to bubble over.
Situated in the sunny island of Singapore, Jolene recently (is 2 years considered recent?) graduated from university and is now working in a job she never expected herself to hold. Besides having frequent quarter-life crises, she also indulges in video games, anime, and aesthetic korean girls documenting their life in vlogs.
Although not as eloquent with words, she still aims to try her best to bring across her thoughts to the Internet.
