Traffic Jam

Anyone who knows me well enough will know or probably can imagine how I would react when I am in a traffic jam. Anyone who needs a refresher course on the "colorful" languages of Singapore can just find me when I am stuck in a traffic jam and he/she will find it deeply enriching.

Just 2 days ago, I went for quite an enjoyable dinner at Timbre after a long day at work. Took a cab home and guess what, I got stuck in a traffic jam. Before you guys smirk and say "there he goes again", guess what...for that 20 odd minutes in the cab, stuck amidst the wave of weary home-goers, for the first time in my life...I felt free. Freed from all worries, free from the constant need to blitz from pt A to pt B, liberated from all onus of life, released from all conflicts and unbound from the heavy chains of weariness. I felt light...(the only reason why I did not float out of my seat was probably my ass was too heavy.) I finally found my haven,I was finally at peace with myself and everything else, it all didn't seem to matter anymore. It was the traffic jam that I never wanted to end. It was a world that I din wanna leave, it was a feeling that I was willing to give up everything for,everything, just for a while more....

As we all know, nothing good last, I did get home, awakening back to the world that I know so well. All i could say now is even if it does not come back to me again...I would say just that 20 odd mins was the best time I ever had.