Issue 13 (Spring 2025)
Convergence at Dhoby Ghaut
By Ibrahim Abdulhakeem
Dhoby Ghaut station buzzed with its usual chaos—an intricate ballet of hurried commuters, distant train arrivals, and flickering digital signs. In the midst of the madness, Aisha stood still, her worn sketchbook clutched tightly against her chest. It wasn’t so much the crowd that she noticed, but the silence she carried inside. The station’s noise, its movement—these things always felt so familiar, so loud. But to her, there was a deeper quiet, one that no amount of rush hour energy could touch.
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