After sitting for nearly two hours in the bus, the sight of the Dau stop-over was a relief to see. The bus would soon be flooded with vendors enticing passengers of 'buko pie', 'hotdog' etc. -- and the once quiet bus isle will be a festive market of food and drinks. I planned to stretch my legs outside, so I quickly stood up as the bus was brought to a stop.
Right before the bus light was turned off, I caught sight of an image outside. Right in front of us lies a dirty mat with an old woman talking to a younger woman, who was cradling a baby to sleep. They were the only still figures from the busy crowd. They moved silently not minding the people trying to board and chase buses. They were peacefully staring at the sleeping baby. They were beggars, too tired from the day's struggle for coins.
I walked out, and before I knew it the old woman saw my curiosity. I pleasantly stretched my arms for the small help I got from my wallet. After receiving my alms, they resumed their silent talks and lullaby for the silent baby: peaceful hope in times of sorrowful turmoil.
It made me realize how important it is to find hope, no matter how dark the night is in our lives.
