♡ Rachel Sim

ONE day, the shoppers at Westgate noticed a strange installation in the mall. It was a human-sized cone with colourful thick strings coming out of it, surrounded by a colourful wavy pattern on the floor and more colourful patterns on the cone. They could not decipher what the cone was about. Was it a finished piece of art? Or were they supposed to do something with it? Someone started counting the number of circles on the floor pattern: 1, 2, 3...15, 16! (A person for each circle!) But what could the wavy colourful lines represent then? (Movement!) What were the patterns on the cone meant for? (A guide!)

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So, 16 people who knew each other or not gathered around the cone, each with a string in hand. Slowly, they began moving according to the path on the floor. Soon, they realised that the movement created a weave around the cone that mimicked the drawn pattern on the cone. Eventually, it became a dance that only 16 people could do to create something. Alas, someone had to go and the dance had to stop but when strangers and friends look into each other’s eyes, strange eyes became familiar and familiar eyes became even fonder for they had built something together. 16 batches after 16 batches of shoppers, who knew each other or not, came together to dance and weave and knot and dance and weave and knot. At the end (or is it the end?), a strange installation was the cone no more but a physical manifestation of a fond memory of dance weaving with friends.