the scorching sun and the hectic chasing of bus produced beads of prespiration on my forehead. the bus was crowded with people as usual. i was secretly smiling to be one of the last few victors who managed to squeeze up the bus. i need some despearate rest!
sun rays filtered through the window, muscles around the eye was working hard to keep the eyes tightly shut. protecting it from the harmful and strong rays. slowly, weariness and humidity lured her into a deep sleep. her hair swayed along with the "breeze" from the aircon. her face so peaceful and innocent. aahh...a true beauty (:
a wrinkled hand slowly moved and cover that lovely face. the other hand then gripped her waist and pull her inwards. little beauty did not retaliate. she trustingly thrust herself inwards towards the person. the person scanned the surrounding, seemingly looking for a suitable place to alight.
the person asked for my assistance to press the bell. both wrinkled hands were busy. i pressed the bell and continue observing the wrinkled hands. " what will happen next?" i thought. observations. beside the bony legs were bags of grocceries and children's new shirts.
time to alight. with all the might, the wrinkled hand lugged the bags and carried the true beauty down the bus. staggering and pausing in every steps, the wrinkled hands did wonders by managing eveything down the bus.
to protect, to care, to be there, despite any constraints and difficulties faced, the love never diminish.