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  • Touching down at night time in a city and getting a window seat aren’t usually things that happen simultaneously. But I was blessed with both on Monday evening. Seeing strings of lights form a bridge and trying to figure out if that is in Singapore or a neighboring country. Red, green, orange; they made up the three colours of the sparkling orbs against a sea of black.

    Most mesmerizing to me was seeing ships lay on the sea’s surface like , as if the ocean were eternally calm and would never produce giant waves that threaten to swallow everything in their paths.

    That was the most striking element of that touchdown - hushed contemplative calmness.

    I don’t recall hearing anyone on the plane exclaim the beauty of admiring a city from the space in between heaven and earth. Everyone was probably as captured by the rare imagery reflected in our eyes as I was - and time slows down. Perhaps this was in part due to deceleration of the aero-plane, but it was beautiful, to feel suspended in air, suspended in time.
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