4 hours ago
Often, I would go out to the streets, observing and hoping for good moments that I can take a quick snap of. Everyone are all around. One would be sitting by the shop front with a half-filled basket of durian, giving me a one-sec glance, pondering if I was a potential customer, only to turn away because I look nothing like one. Then, another is marching beside two children and trying to keep them off the busy road. How is her life here as compared to her hometown? Does her employers treat her right? Well, she must be okay. She seems happy. Then, such thoughts would fade off as I make a right turn into another road. But what was this feeling like? How could I express such thoughts? Would anyone think I'm mad to even think of what's happening in a stranger's life? I kept those thoughts to myself till recently, an article in a recent Kinfolk issue talked about the word "Sonder" - defined as the realisation that every passerby has their own story. And this, perhaps, explains everything.
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