first day of school.. the journey was extremely long..
seeing familiar strangers on the bus stoning their lives away.. two stops after the stop that i boarded came yet another familiar face of a stranger.. but something is very different today... the man that usually hops on with her didnt show.. a second look on that familiar stranger gave her away.. she sat right in front of me back facing the traffic..trying to hide her face she looked out of the window acutely but the sunlight made it even more obvious that she's been crying.. it was as though she haven stopped crying until she came on the bus..
with no makeups or whatever i could still clearly see the paths the tears rolled down her freckled cheeks..she sat motionless all the while listening to her mp3 player and constantly looking out of the window.. during certain songs it reminds her of the "incident" that made her eyes watery holding back with a deep frown... she looked out again and held on longer this time.. it was the stop that the man always stops at and kisses her cheeks before he alights..
she bowed down, removed her headphones and held her hands tight together and started praying.. for a long while she sat there but everything else was happening so quickly around her, people squeezing in the bus, trying to get off, trying to find a seat.. she was there reaching to god.. the creator of her, of everything... lifting her head she rubbed away the tears that were almost falling out... taking a deep breathe in... she put back on her headphones and closed her eyes.. as though she found something thru the prayer.. perhaps an answer...
i made up most part of it... inspired by a real sighting though...
P.S. shophouse + trishaw + life of a hippie = ??
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