It was a quiet walk, amidst the burst of colors, in Kampong Glam which is the heart of the Arab area in Singapore when I noticed a lone traveler seated in one of the Cafes. He was in deep thought writing with his heart probably his travel moments or perhaps adding chapters to his book project. He was so immersed and deep in his revelry. I was drawn to him, because it had been a very long time since I saw someone who had pen in hand and pushing thoughts into words in a journal and not tapping on keys. It was indeed a heart-warming glimpse of creative passion … something that I hope will never cease to have.
I myself have a ready journal in my purse, ready at all times to jot a thought or two from a glimpse through a pirouette called life.