I was rushing to catch my 6 PM train to Novena when a colleague in her late forties caught me along the frantic flow.
"On your way to the gym?"
"Nope. Catching the 6:30 mass at the Redemptorist."
"Oh! It's a holy day or something? Aaii yoh, totally forgot!"
I have no idea she is Catholic. Baptized just last year. In a society with a motley mix of culture, ethnicity and beliefs, you can't tell.
A guy named Christian is in fact Buddhist. Sulainti Binte an Indian. Tarhata a devout Christian. Vikram a Moslem. And all other fascinating permutations.
"What's the feast again?"
"What's the significance? Sorry lah, I was absent when I had that lecture!"
I almost choked. Amused that even Singaporeans have that excuse.
In my Romano-esque, smart-alecky tone, "we came from dust, to dust we return!"
She had that bewildered silence. Mine a confused smugness.
I could get her puzzlement. What? Just like that? Mere dust! Nothing great? Thought God created us in his image. Something special! The fuss then?
Geez! I could see the eyes. I could hear the taunt. Ms. Romano was back!
"Errr, reminds us of our mortality. Start of Lent, y' know!"
Bit of a tentative smile. I wonder if she will rethink her joining the flock.
"Ok lah! I go this way."
Ha! Saved not by the bell. But by the turnstile. For that, I vow no Coke and dessert for 40 days.
Have a reflective Season folks!