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If you're lucky, a train might rush right beneath you while you're on the expressway. Against all odds, it might even follow, right next to the bus you are on or car that you're driving. Either way, it's so mundane to you that you don't turn to even look at it for a second.

Maybe that's what makes you so ordinary too. And I feel sad for you, for all these trains in the world that you will never bring yourself down to admire. I will always anticipate the moment highway and tracks intercept, praying I am lucky enough for a train to run below me or at least in the distance.

But the most ordinary people will let a train pass and to me it's the same as letting go of a four-leaved clover. You let it escape like sand running through your fingers, thinking it's nothing special because it will always wound up beneath your shoes time and again.

It's sad when it goes faster than your bus, already disappearing while all that's left are the empty tracks. It reminds me of a boy who took the train at Yio Chu Kang, the both of us thinking I was waiting on the other platform.

I called him, I said wait for me, and rushed to where he was. He must have been somewhere in the middle of the reservoir, while the train far behind him carried me. It's still easy to imagine his face as he stared out the window, with the waters buried somewhere in his eyes. Behind him there I was, trying to remember a time when I wasn't in love with the view.

It brings me to a time five years ago, another boy with his arms on either side of me. We were younger and a thousand times more reckless, and it was my first time seeing this reservoir. I saw for myself that it was the furthest distance between two stations, and perhaps that was when I started falling for the North-South Line.

It was the same boy who ran rounds here, giving me the task of timing him. There was nothing else to do but miss another stadium stations away, where the tracks were in perfect view of whoever sat at the grandstand.

Khatib, where I wished the bus I was on would speed up and not let the train get away. Where the rose almost got away before I said wait for me, I'm coming. Where I helplessly watched the hurricane run around the stadium, constantly turning to see if I was still looking.