The various posters stare down at us in the room. They tut to themselves disapprovingly at our conversation, wondering when we will consider the beauty of Arundhati words. The students, little plankton in the ocean of the literary world. It was raining that day in Tampines, the raindrops were slanted silver ropes which slammed into loose earth, ploughing it up like gun-fire.
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