LostIdentity

Story of taxis....

Once upon a time, in a small little island.... lives a population of sophisticated urban dwellers. On a very normal day, standing at the cross-road along XXX street, was a boy named Peter.

Despite the small size of this island, do not underestimate the complexities and confusion that lies within life in this city..... Life is indeed not as straightforward as it seemed. In fact, Peter realised that it gets more and more complex as he grows older..... However Peter noticed something strange to people living in this city.... He stands and looks around him now..... puzzled....

There were many taxis all around.... each one of them looked different in their own way..... some were empty, some were occupied.... and usually each taxi would only carry 2 passengers at a time..... But there were exceptions of course.... some had 3, some had 4......

Peter looked again closely..... he was observing the expressions on the faces of the passengers.... He noticed that taxis with 2 passengers are usually happier.... while those with 3 or 4 hardly see any smiles on the faces of the passengers.... In fact, they usually wear a face of weary.....

Peter stood dazed..... he had just gotten off a taxi not so long ago..... but something happened in flashes of moments not long after..... He still remembered.....one night while walkin dejected on one of the busy streets, he looked up and saw this sweet looking face peering out of a window of a passing pink taxi.... It left an impression on him but he thought nothing of it for the next few days....
A few days passed..... On another night, while Peter was merely following his uncle out in the streets.... he saw the same face again.... this time the taxi had stopped at the traffic light....

Peter stared at the girl for some time before he started mouthing some words.... the girl giggled and said a few words in return.... They started chatting for some time before the lights turned green..... For the next few days, Peter would wait at the exact junction and the girl will appear in that very same taxi and they would just ask about each other..... Peter felt happy and slightly flustered whenever she turns up ..... not knowing what it all meant......

Then one fine day, while Peter was as usual standing there waiting, the pink taxi again drove beside him... The girl stucked his head out of the window.... but before she could say anything.... Peter saw a shadow behind her..... Peter rubbed his eyes so that he could see more clearly.... There was indeed another person sitting beside the girl...... it was another boy..... Peter couldn't look clearly enough but the girl started talking to Peter as she normally would.....

When the pink taxi drove off..... Peter stood rooted to the spot..... suddenly feeling lost and empty once again.... He wondered what the boy was doing in the same taxi..... but he somehow recalled scenes of being in a taxi with another girl before he was walking in the streets..... He understood what it meant...... his head drooped down from his shoulders, and dragged his feet along the dirty pedestrian walkway....

who knows where Peter would go now..... he walked yet again..... not knowing what's in front of him.....

posted by heng @ 11:03 AM