When the majority of Singaporeans walk away from the crowd, I walk towards it. If there is any time that is best for us to experience this little enclave at night, it should be on the night before the Diwali celebration begins.
Last minute shopping sprees, bargaining by the road side and migrant workers in good mood from having an additional day off to their weekend. The atmosphere was jovial and light.
But as always, I find myself to be attracted to the little things that fall in between the cracks. The lonesome figures in unfrequented alleys, dark silhouettes from around the corner and isolation in a crowded space.