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Tuesday, October 09, 2007

At peak hour today I saw a girl crying in the train. She looks like she's in her early twenties. She wasn't bawling or wailing away, not even sobbing. But I saw a tear roll down her face.

I looked around, and nobody seemed to have noticed this girl crying. Or perhaps, like me, they were just pretending not to see it.

And I wonder. How many people secretly cry in the streets, on trains, in buses everyday.

writing at 11:23 PM