The city was in a festive mood. People were dressed in all the vibrant colours they could find. Though covered in overalls and sweaters, the dresses and jewellery were all indicative of the historical importance of the festival. The lunar calendar had all brought out the colours of the incoming New Year of the tiger. All around me, the ladies of Shanghai were proving that they were “not women, but a dream of women” as Tu Fu had said. I hailed the nearest cab and told him my destination. “Chang Feng Park”.
I passed over one of the many bridges in the city. I turned to look towards the sea. There were more than two ships coming in or going out of the port of Shanghai, over the vast expanse of sea into the edge of the world and beyond. They looked like some lonesome traveler in single paddled canoes moving towards an eloping sunset. Pleasure boats hung around them like people who did not care. There was something sad about the way the clear skies watching a sun slowing dying in his blood. I watched the sun, its beams sucked away by a misty sky. It hung from the sky like a beautiful and misty-red cherry being slowly dipped into the bowl of red wine below. I imagined that my lover was in one of those ships, called away from me by an unutterable disaster, and almost cried over it. The scenery was so beautiful. The evening was defining itself into a small taste of heaven in itself. The seventh largest city was slowly casting its magic over me.
My nostalgic feelings were dispelled with the cab driver announcing the arrival at destination. I looked at my watch and hurried to the gates of the Chang Feng National park. I rushed to the Gate and asked a uniformed security guard, his eyes full of enthusiasm, even though he must have been standing there guiding the crowd for at least 8 hours. “Which way to Aquarium 21?” “Gate No: 4”, he said.
I had wanted to visit the world famous indoor aquarium for a long time, from the time I was a