The place was condorned off. The SCDF personnels squeezed through the small hole between the 2 cabins of the train to get onto the track and search for the body.
Well, that is a tough job!
Those people who are a bit claustrophobic like me would just freak-out.
I did not see the body as they used white sheets of plastic to cover everything.
Why did this person commit suicide? Health problem? Financial problem? Relationship problem? Why did he choose to die this way? Why did he choose to die on morning rush hour? What was his last thought? Can his problem be solved? Is he suffering from depression?
it will always be a puzzle.
I was taking a night train back home, the train stopped, passengers alighted, and door closed. Then, I saw 1 bag and 1 big plastic bag left unattended near the door. I could see everybody's eyes on the stuff, and started to shift away (including myself). The thought of terrorist attack came to my mind. Fear just seized me. I was very scared and felt that I might die in this train. I told myself that I don't want to die this way.
Then, one Singaporean asked this bag belonged to anyone. Nobody acknowledged until a Blangra work standing at a distance away move over and claim his belongings. ARGH!!!! f*** Idiot!!!
On the hindsight, it sounds really stupid. But the thought of death knocking on my door is very real - that moment was very real and scary.