The ground still wet after the rain,happily wandering, we climbed up a hill which turned out to be merely an 'Upslope.' But the view was good above the shophouses surrounded by shiny colourful buildings which lit up the night sky as bats flitted around us playfully.And then we chanced upon the fountain in the middle of a deserted China Square which got me all soaked. On to Raffles Place, where we pushed dustbins with bodies sticking out around as we waited for trains to arrive.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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