Friday, December 16, 2011

There Was An Old Man On The Bus Today

He was an Indian, with grey hair, slippers on, and a plastic bag in his tight grip. And just at the stop right before my university, the bus driver asked him to get off (kindly). But the poor man seemed to look confused, like he didn't know where he was. It was probably his first time in Puncak Alam, cause he asked the bus driver "Pun-cak A-lam?" and the bus driver told him this was as far as he could go (since he can't enter my uni and that's where the last stop is).

And as the bus driver pulled off, I looked at this man from outside my window and he watched us leave him behind in the middle of nowhere. Like he was trying to figure out where to go from there, or why the bus driver left him stranded and why he couldn't come with the rest of us. The painful thing to me is... I know that it's a really long walk to the nearest town, and he doesn't. I can't bear the thought of him limping that far.

Somehow... I get the feeling that this man wanted to see his kid or something. Like, he got on the wrong bus and, although he ended up in Puncak Alam, he didn't know the routes of the other buses that roam about here every half hour.

:-( Hm. I wish I did something to help him.

4 comments:

  1. poor old man. i cant know things like this. perasaan simpati melimpah-ruah. :-(

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  2. kesian kan :-( I felt really bad having to leave him like that...

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