On Bus 33 two mornings ago. As we reached the end of AYE turning into Alexandra Road, it struck me that up to that point, 33 and 166 had similar routes; then the routes would diverge, but not forever. They would meet again to go down North Bridge Road. I know, because I’ve been taking either bus service to work every morning for the past 7 months.
Somehow, it left me feeling very reflective. Thought back on the people I’ve come to know, places I’ve been and things I’ve experienced. How journeys meet, diverge and meet again.
That wasn’t all. At one of the Tiong Bahru stops, I saw a friend waiting for his bus. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him there, even though I know that he stays in the area. I tried waving to get his attention, but he was very focused on looking out for his bus. So I smsed him and we laughed about a missed opportunity to share a ride. A while later, he said he’d hopped on the 195, would alight at Supreme Court and take a short walk to office.
Somehow, it left me feeling very reflective again. Thought about my own journey, and how bus stops are like the milestones, precincts are like seasons. In each season, it brings me so much warmth and joy to see the familiar faces of friends along the way. Realized how much I want these faces to join me on my journey. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. But that doesn’t prevent us from ending up at the same place still.