Imagine a very beautiful stretch of road, so serene, right near the mountainside. Cliffs that plunge down into the sea. Oh so pretty isn't it? That's the scene of my story.
A man frequents this area, down by the same spot on the cliff near the bend. For every living day of his life, he visits the area religiously, without fail. No matter how busy he is, he knows that he has to be there, it is his spot.
From there, he sees many things, he gangsters selling vcds, he sees middle school malay dances and rock bands, he sees the hospital, he sees the university, he sees the merlion, he sees a giant shoe-house made of chocolate cake, and he sees everyone, living their lives. Yes, this is his life that he sees, for it is his spot.
He has gone there many days and nights. And he knows what sunrise looks like, as it pierces the darkness of the night sky, lighting up the void in his heart. He knows what sunset looks like, shadowing the brightness of his days. He knows, and he can expect it very well, for it is his spot.
Cars, bikes, vans, police patrols all regularly commute this road behind him, wonder why there is a man there, but none stop to say hello. He doesn't mind, passer-bys are passer-bys, for it is his spot.
All he wishes for is to sit there everyday, hoping to see the next sunrise and sunset. It is what keeps him going, as he doesn't even remember how old he is, or how old he can be. He isn't worried one bit, he just sits there, for it is his spot.
One night, there came by a beauty, walking along the side of the road. The beauty looks torn, upset and broken. It is not often that people walk the road in this spot, so the man welcomes her to join him. He offers her whatever measly items he has, and he tries to give his best to her. For a moment there he was happy, as he discovers this amazing new friend that he has found. Has she lost her way? Was she left behind by the moving cars that speed past? Who is responsible for hurting such a person? His mind questions, but his mouth doesn't. He wants her to say, but he's unsure if she wants to. "I know its not the coziest of places, but you're welcome to stay,'' he says."The town's down there, its warmer and nearer to the sun, but if you're coming back, please tell me to wait. I'll be here all day for you. This is my spot."
The beauty says nothing, but walks forwards to the edge of the cliff. The man chases her and walk together to the cliffside, "Maybe she wants to see the sun." They walk all the way to the edge together, one wrong move and they'll plunge. He knows this, for this is his spot.
He takes the only safety line that he has and attaches it to his spot, and hooks it onto her without her knowledge. He knows that he doesn't want her to fall over the cliff, and he's taking precaution. Will the line catch her? Or will she fall? Faith he says, faith in my safety line. The only way to know is to jump.
"Let's go", the beauty says. The man is confused. What does she mean? Let's jump or let's get back to the spot? "No, let's stay here awhile. Its almost sunrise. Your days will be warmer, and you'll feel better. Trust me. I know, coz this is my spot."
So the beauty stands there. In the shadows of the night, standing there. Is she going to jump? The man waits. If she jumps, he will jump too. Oh she will be safe alright, everytime she falls even though she doesn't know it, she has my safety line. It will always be there, it will never fail.
So they stand there, he is alert and ever ready. What's the next action? He knows, if he jumps, it might be certain death. But he is not afraid. For her, he is ready.
