195

Today, Monday. The sky is grey and "raindrops keep falling on my head". As usual, I had to squeeze with the crowd to get on the bus. I hated it, I never liked the way people push to get the way through just to chop a seat on the bus. Some inconsiderate people like to use their umbrella as their third arm. Irritating. Surprisingly, I got a seat. I have never felt this comfortable in my seat on a rainy day before, especially on a crowded bus like 195. The bus, not very fully packed, carried on with it's daily route. This was when I noticed the exceptionally quiet atmosphere. 195 is the type of bus you hear people talking loudly on the phone, chatting over a few seats, bus driver shouting at passengers to alight etc etc. Today, it was very quiet. All I could hear was someone next to me, whispering into the phone. Her palm was wet, she was crying. I glanced but dare not stare for too long; "Why is she upset?" I questioned myself. Is it because she lost her job? Or is it because of a relationship? Is it friendship, BGR or some family problem she is facing currently? Why do humans cry? What is with this "tear drop" coming from our eyes? Do we really feel better after crying? I think we will only expect two kinds of reaction after crying. One is to feel better, the other is to feel worse than ever. Why do people communicate lesser and lesser nowadays? The world I once thought of - innocent, happy and joyful. What I am saying here applies from stranger to stranger as well. For example, I wanted to offer my care and concern to the girl just now. I wanted to talk to her and find out what was bothering her. But I did not have the courage. I hesitated. What is stopping me? I want to know.