off much deprived limelight

She leans back with a sigh after putting in place the blue trolley she dragged up the bus. After awhile she pulls close the over-sized windbreaker with her left hand while her right continued to grip tightly to the handle of the trolley. She closes her eyes and lets out another sigh.

To me, she's that lady on the bus. The one who sat next to me throughout the entire journey so I didn't have to brave through the cold on my own. She lent me her company with occasional brushing of shoulders, grunts and sighs as she slept. She's the funny being that wore a white Punjabi suit underneath her windbreaker complete with a head scarf. That's as much as she'll ever mean to me.

But she could mean the world to another. Her loved ones could be anxiously awaiting her knock on the front door.

They could be staring out the window in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her shadow as she makes her way back home. A daughter may have been pacing around the telephone fighting with herself in trying to decide if a call to her mother's mobile is absolutely necessary. A husband may have been waiting on the sidewalk before the dark stretch of road so she wouldn't need to constantly check if there were sinister characters following behind.

In short, very much loved.
Yet, in this bus where almost forty of us cram together, she is just another lady. Another living breathing individual contributing to the squeeze. And the man who jumped with a 'Whoo!' when he found a seat, he's just another someone as well. We were all someones who were closer to each other during that 30 minute bus ride than we ever knew or will know.

How strange that there could be a whole long list of people who would give anything to have these people with them all the time and some of us can be so ignorant as to hate based purely on skin colour, nationality and even religion. The next time you think badly about that sweaty Indonesian construction worker or the messily dressed dispatch guy, think again!If there are people who could love those people with all their hearts, the least we could do is to let each prove their worth before allowing our stereotypes get into gear.

For in this world, hatred never cease by hatred; hatred cease only with love. This is the Eternal Law. -Dhammapada-

minx wrote at9:44 PM
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