“Isn’t it fun to get lost here, dude?” He asked, animatedly.
“Yes, I suppose so.” I returned a confused expression to the Caucasian. He finished looking at the @gardensbythebay map and walked away (I doubt my response was heard). Could we actually get lost in this vicinity? I came across the “dude” at least thrice within a span of four hours.
The 101 hectares land of foliage and water front is a city in its own right. I entered the #SouthBayGarden through the lower tip of the funnel shaped park. The outer edge of the park was framed by a thin stream, but the rest was lush green. As I moved ahead trying to find shade to save my skin from being roasted, I passed by Singapore’s famous hotel, @marinabaysands .
It’s an interesting architecture: three 57 storey tall buildings curved inwards like concave lenses, the two edges separated like deck of cards ready to be shuffled. It has a shared lobby in the basement of the hotel. At the top, a single bridge called the #SkyPark runs across the three building, protruding from both edges, more like a cow boy hat. It is said to house an #infinityswimmingpool, made entirely of glass.
I stood there for a minute fancying and appreciating (I really did) the exotic piece of man’s art. I stared at all corners of it and wondered what it would have taken to build this mammoth: the money spent, the labor exhorted to work in the Tropical Heat, the contracts, the #HighLife.
I romanticised. For him; for her. Those hands holding, those deep eyes, those smiles & laughter, wet skins from the pool, bath robes; a half shy moon and glimmering stars in sky, on floor and the ones on those left wrist and fingers, cameras shuttering, those poses for selfies; fairy lights and tapers, clinking culinary utensils, fingers softly wrapping the condensed chilled glasswares filled with purple concoctions, music, dancing bodies, falling in arms, perfumes, kisses, the cool night breeze, candles, pleasures; and the guilty ones.
Truth and ostentations.
I shrugged and trudged alone to look for something else under the scorcher of the sun.
#vacations with @a4asifiqbal
for i have known them all already, known them all:
have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
i have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
i know the voices dying with a dying fall
beneath the music from a farther room.
so how should I presume? - t.s.eliot
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