Music, once a time for relaxation and joy, soon became a burden to me. I began to feel a certain fear and trepidation during Music class, as I was afraid that I was doing something, anything, wrongly.
However, a few weeks ago, I soon started writing freelance for Sultangate.sg. At first, I assumed this would be a regular writing assignment, but somehow, along the way, I became conscious of a certain precious quality surrounding the place and its people. Mr Idrus introduced me to a concept of rhythm. It is not just a musical theory, but rather, a way of perceiving and understanding the world around us. Walking down Haji Lane, one is struck by the intermingling symphonies of various sounds. From the noises produced by a nearby construction site, to the breezy music playing from restaurant speakers, to the birdsong hovering distantly above our heads, I existed within a space where various rhythms and sounds converged. As I stepped out of the way of a passing car, I could feel the slow rising of my chest while noticing the languid steps of tourists stopping every so often to take pictures, and the brisk walk of those determinedly striding towards a fixed destination. Even here, the rules of traffic do not apply, and passers-by and cars mingle together within this fluid space.
I am still struggling to fully understand the concept of rhythm and incorporate it into my daily life. But I think I have taken the first step into a space where time as conventionally understood ceases to exist. A place where seemingly disparate elements co-exist alongside the other to create a beautiful symphony. Sultan Gate is that space, and I am thankful to have discovered it.