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The train door slides open; a group of people walk in.
Mid-day train is unusually packed today.
Wearing a brown floral shirt with matching long skirt,
old auntie brings in a young, thin, little girl; holding her
hand while carrying a cloth bag.
There is an empty seat. As she edges nearer, another
one is quickly vacanted for her granddaughter to sit.
But old auntie declines politely with a smile and lets
the little child. who is still munching sausage bread,
to rest on her laps. Which leaves the passenger who
offered the seat up, puzzled. She should have insisted.
Train continues on.
Old auntie probably feels a little numb by now. Ten
minutes do tire out senior citizens. Realizing it, once
again the mentioned passenger vacates the seat and
walks towards the door, one stop before her station.
Leaving old auntie to her convenience.
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As people disembarks off the train; some wait for
transports from station back to home. There are a
few who queues up for the tickets.
Then a rather thin and frail uncle, looking almost a
grandfather, walks out from the station. Carrying
whom it seems like his grandson of maybe 6 years
old. They are dressed in the simplest manner.
A typical question comes into mind:
Is that his 'real' family? They don't look the same
and certainly they don't have the same skin colour.
But who are we to judge?
And why should we?
A teeny step off questioning,
leads you to a whole lot of
judging and perceiving.
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