In Continuum.

A Careless Kiss

Like the days before today,like the skies before yesterday's,it refused to rain despite the clouds that hung low like floating mountain ranges.An office lady's skirt was being blown all over the place,as she desperately tried to push it down while balancing her files in her right hand.An Indian met with a friend of hers from across the road,and they embraced under the tree,which was shedding leaves as if autumn was here,and Singapore decided to have four seasons.

I was across the road,four lanes away watching as the world went by before me.Ahmad was late,and i was already halfway through my John Mayer playlist.That's saying a lot,because i have a lot of his bootlegs.Five minutes from Ahmad's mouth,should usually be multiplied by two,or three if you are the morbid sort.Multiplication of two would mean you are normal,or sensible.But anyway,he was late and there i was in full view of the security guard at the entrance of my estate,wondering if i was plotting some bombing scheme while ten cabs drove pasts me asking if i was waiting for one.It was rather embarrassing,but since Sabrina was in the car when i got in,i didnt say too much concerning his speed.After all,i kinda like Sabrina.As a person,that is.

Anyway,a pair of girls came out from my estate then and waited for a cab.They asked if i was waiting for one,and i told them i was waiting for a friend who was tremendously late,instead.One of them was an indian girl,in black t-shirt and shorts,almost too short for her.Her hair was tied back in a knot,and her slippers flopped on the ground as she walked her other friend to the curb.Her other friend was - as we used to term them - a butch.I'm not sure how that term came about,but i guess that's it is now.

A white cab came,and the butch was about to leave.The Indian girl reached over around her waist,and pulled the butch close and gave her a kiss on the lips.It was a short kiss,almost not noticed by all the eyes around them at that time but mine.It most obviously wasnt a "Bye Friend!",kind of kiss.I know the differences.And there they were,with the door to the cab opened and the driver waiting,planted a kiss on each others' lips so carelessly and so fearful,almost afraid that somebody would see them and accuse them of some indecent crime.

But it wasnt a crime,but in essence,beyond the fact that it was a kiss between members of the same sex,it was merely a display of affection.When did that become something wrong,something unspeakable?The butch got into the cab and it drove off,leaving the Indian girl behind.She turned,and looked around her as if to see if anybody saw them,and took small steps back into the estate and into the void deck under her block.I dont think she noticed me,but there i was imagining how it might turn out,if her parents realised that their daughter is a lesbian,how they are going to react.You know how Indian and Malay parents are more sensible to such issues,relating to religious beliefs and stuff.I dont know,i imagine that to be the reason of that little glimmer in her eyes,as if she had a secret she didnt want to tell.Or,a secret finally allowed to see the light of day,away from her parents and in the sight of strangers.

It didnt matter that they were lesbians to me,because like i said before,in the 21st century it is all about "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy".Or so they say of course,but i think there is a general disagreement on such acts,even if the essence of such acts happens everyday,even for those who objects to them.It is the purity of love that matters,isnt it?And not the givers of love,for even the lowest in the society is capable of love,or even a lover that is greater than all.