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  • Rebel Rainbows
    Jason Quek
    20 Jan 2002

    Today.
    I needed to be far away.
    I needed to look at the whole sky.

    I travelled down to the airport today, to bid farewell to a friend who would be leaving tomorrow. She would be leaving for only a week, but this would probably be one of the most significant trips she'll take - a trip that would lead to many others.

    It was in the late afternoon when I finally stood at the viewing gallery and gazed out of the slanted glass windows. Wind-swept trees and distant hills lined the horizon, creating a perfect backdrop for the winds that lifted the planes off the tarmac.

    Alone in my own world, I thought of all the trips that I had taken over the past 2 years.

    It splashed out of nowhere, a rainbow that reached across a third of the sky. I recalled reading from somewhere that when there is a rainbow, there is always another opposite rainbow close by. Though, I looked but couldn't find it. And as more people noticed the rainbow, the setting sun melted it against the darkening grey sky, and it disappeared - as if in a whisper to me that it was a private display.

    A little girl, no more than 3 years old, walked up to me, and snapped me out of my daydream. She placed her little palm on my lap, and she looked up at me. For many months now, I have been fighting to understand the things that have been going on in my life, fighting to be understood. And the warm dark eyes that stared up into mine seemed to read my every thought, my every worry, my every wish.

    She understood everything. And she walked away.

    It soon became too dark to see outside, so I got up to leave. I paused for a long while when I passed the departure lounge, and looked down at dozens of people walking by below. Kids, adults, grandparents... couples, businessmen, backpackers... And I wondered what each of their lives were like - where have they travelled, where are they going, what is the place which they call their home, who do they love, what scars do they bear, what memories do they have locked up in their hearts?

    What story would they tell, should someone ask them?

    Few of us are asked this question.