We just live

A group of people were chatting away their time near a bus-stop overlooking a large shopping mall. A blind couple were singing some ancient songs, raising their begging bowls into the air. People threw a coin or two, the sound of which made the blind couple smile.

The noise of traffic along with pale blue smoke from the exhaust pipes deafened and blinded me for a while.

Where do all these people go? Where do they come from? I thought.

Like ghosts, they rubbed each other of their consciousness, seeming to know their places, their purpose.

Then a man opened a can of fish and gave them to a couple of puppies, black as darkness. The puppies did not eat them. Nearby, a young beggar swallowed hunger looking at the can of fish then he looked sympathetically at the man with the fish. The man looked at the beggar with generation of hatred. The beggar walked away into the crowd.

Buses came and went. Taxi drivers were showing naked pictures of girls to some tourists. Some of them laughed waving their hands in dismissal while some went along in search of pleasures.

What is this life? How do we live? I thought.

Then a voice at the back of my mind said, we just live.

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