I was sitting in the train carriage on my own one night on the way home.
A lady came in.
She sat down next to me and looked at me. Suddenly I felt as if I’d just woken up and remembered why I wanted to be born. My life until that moment seemed like a dream to me. I understood that life was worth while - something about her inspired me to reach out to where I had never dared to go before.
There was something odd about her eyes, I couldn’t pick what it was at the time.
She told me a story about someone I knew and vaguely remembered. She told me about his past and she told me about his future. She showed me how the great disasters of his life fitted into a picture that made perfect sense.
Her voice was calm and peaceful and and I felt as though every word cam from an infinite time and distance and had taken an eternity to reach me at this moment.
Then she patted my hand and looked into my eyes for a long time. I saw her lips move and after a while I realized she was calling my name. But it was a name that I’d never heard before, but it was more ME than the one I’d used all my life.
She smiled and stood up.
“We’ll meet again, - enjoy your journey”.
She walked away and I didn’t even remember which way she went.
I have never doubted that we would meet again. At times I have felt impatient, but I know that she will choose her own time and place.
In her honour I live - I am awake every moment.
by T. Ngiam