Shenton Way brings back memories of waiting for my dad to finish work, of the visits to his office where I’ve got the hazy memories of stacks of papers and files taller than me, of his colleagues who all looked alike to the then-small girl. Maybe it was just part of growing up, but I had a phase when I thought I’d like to work in Shenton Way too, be part of the office crowd because it seemed like a natural progression.
Today’s Shenton Way hasn’t changed from 20 years ago, besides the extension of reclaimed land near Marina Bay. Worker bee representatives walking as fast as their tired legs can carry them, to and fro work, nary a smile breaking their monotonous looks as their heads bend towards their mobile devices in silent prayer.
Work really is a necessity, in order to put money on the table. But let’s not forget to look up, shall we? Let’s also try to visit Shenton Way on a weekend, where the crowds exited from the usual weekday scene, and you get the quiet scene of the above on a rainy Saturday afternoon.