It was so dreary that day. Seeing things I never want to see again, like all the grime and dirt that stuck to the plastic bags of forsaken items and the multitude of insects like cockroaches that crawled out of the various crevices when we started cleaning them out. I know it's for a good cause. Yet I cannot steel myself enough to just accept such a situation nonchalantly... I've been too privileged that I will never ever get used to seeing such things.

It was drizzling the whole day. I was feeling even more down than usual. Yet when we went to a nearby pavilion for a brief respite, I became slightly happier. The silly antics of the children fooling around kept us, or at least me, entetained. And when I started talking to that person beside me, I felt like I was sharing a personal connection. That person would probably never ever read this, but she made my day. She made my day just by being willing to sit with me, in comfortable silence.