I remember his sorrowful eyes when I attempted to have a brief conversation with him. The eye contact was brief, to avoid showing his look of embarrassment if it was any longer. It's the eyes of someone who doesn't want to be where he is, yet he had to. He had no choice. There are many hundred thousands like him in the country. I wonder how do we give, while protecting the dignity of the other. It is as if giving, even a little, is a reminder of the state they are in. What more reminders could there be when they are reminded of it everytime - each time the winds, the rain and the coldness of winter get to their bones, the starvation, the loneliness, the millions of faces passing by and them having nowhere to go.
In the midst of joy and celebration today, may we not forget the ones without a home or shelter, the ones travelling and are away from their loved ones, the ones who have lost and are grieving, and those who are struggling a lot more especially during this holiday season.
Once again the heavy downpour. Certainly the rhythmic sound of the rain, slapping against the floor, against the windows, have conjured images in our heads of the pleasant idea of sleeping, or reading with hot cocoa (but of course this wouldn't be possible due to fasting), or just snuggling up in bed. How nice. But here I am almost dressed and ready for school. I don't know why, but it has been quite some time since I felt like I've been in school, like proper school. Perhaps it's the three days mc I've got. But now, I feel like I'm energized despite fasting, all set and ready for school. The scent of cooking porridge and spaghetti made me all excited to get through 2 lectures, one meeting and a bus ride home back welcomed by the sumptuous breaking fast meal although I'd only be back by eight-ish. Today shall be the first in a long time I'd make an appearance in French class. It's been more than a week. Wish me luck that my temperature won't rise...
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