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| Little Fella~ |
I cross overhead bridges almost daily in Singapore. For me, the two most important ones are the one right outside NUS Faculty of Engineering and another one outside the School of Design and Environment.
Somehow, over the years, the activity of crossing an overhead bridge has become more than just a way to get to the other side of the road. The bridge has gained a new meaning - a rather abstract and personal one - as a place for short daily contemplations. Sometimes, when I am lucky enough to cross the bridge early in the morning, I can hear the chirping of birds or the rustling of leaves from the adjacent Clementi Woods. A greater luck would let me catch a glimpse of a squirrel making a dash to its safe hideout. In the evenings, I would think about the stray cat, or secretly replay the tune of a familiar song. The song changes everyday.




