I poured myself a cup of steaming, sugary, brown water from there.
(Which called itself 'Hot Coffee').
And knowing fully well I had to pack my DSLR back into my bag before anyone saw me loafing around on the floor, I went back to my desk, zipped it in and quietly turned on my laptop.
Started surfing, streaming videos, reading news, the usual.
Before the floor began to get fuller.
I saw a fair few of the inmates dribbling in.
Some back-lit browsing animals already devouring their Processors for breakfast.
Some clad in chequered three-quarters.
Some wearing interesting loafers.
Some in shorts and tees (with taglines)
Not a soul in a shirt or trousers.
[ After coming from an office where 'Formals' was the way to go.
And after belonging to life of arduous 'Maam-ing' and 'Sir-ring'.
This sure had to be an experience that would change me.
And my life for good.]
You know, it was like one of those spaces which allowed you to question.
To be curious.
To be a kid.
To be a nut.
To skip along.
Like one of those spaces which would not judge you if you wanted to stay up on a tree.
Or wander free.
Or wander free.
Or splash in water.
Or dunk your hands in mud.
Like one of those spaces which would not stare at you if you walked in bare feet.
Or soaked in the rain.
Wore a sock on your hand.
Or a frog on your head.
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It felt like a beautiful reminder of what life is actually meant to be.
The 'just about right' kind of life.
Worth the risk.
Worth the try.
The casting off of anchors.
To feel alive.
Sailing in tall, high winds...
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