Walking to the IELTS class at the north wing on the Saturday morning has been part of our daily routine. Though it is quite far yet we prefer not to spend our money for the taxi. Perhaps taking it as an exercise. Semua orang pun jalan kott.
To cross the big and large road, with non-stop vehicles coming, the government has provided us with the pedestrian bridge. not only one but TWO. We always choose the second blue colour one as it is more environment friendly with a few rubbish rather than the other one.
The bridge for us is for road crossing. Not more than that BUT for this one aunty, the bridge is like her shelter. Every Saturday morning we use that bridge, we see the aunty soundly sleeping on the floor at the side of the bridge. Without bothering about the people. The sound of the vehicle. The smell. The cleanliness. Or even about herself. And I..just watching helplessly.
On the way back after the class has finished, the aunty sometimes is still sleeping.
She perhaps may not have the choice. Limited choice to live the life. Yet for us, even to cross the road, we are given the two choices.
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