i have to cross the overhead bridge every morning to get to my office.

inside this bridge, there are food stalls, mama shop, laundry shop...all cater to the working class people.

in particular, there is this old clobber. an old man, his body bent, from old age i guess, but still busy working hard, and he will be there early in the morning to open and set up his little stall. then he will sit there to read the papers up close, cos i think he is very short sighted. i thought it must be something interesting that caught him.

recently, i notice the stuff that he reads in the papers....

obituary.

yap. he leans close to the paper and read the obituary - intensely, i read them too actually. i am not sure if he knows of someone in there pass away, but it really got me thinking.

maybe when we reach his age, we too will scrutised the obituary line by line, pix for pix. who knows, one of our friends, school mates or just someone we know may have died.

well, i am not far off from that old man now....so......

another useless thought.