On a Tuesday evening, my mum took us out for a trip to the night market.
We got some Nasi Lemak and Laksa for our dinner, besides loads of other hawker snacks as side dishes.
As my mum was having a gander at the wide array of fruits at the stalls, I turned behind me to observe my surroundings.
Everything seemed perfectly in-sync with a pasar malam trip - people holding plastic bags full of purchases, people lining up at stalls, people bargaining.
Something didn't seem to fit in with the image. It was a man, perhaps into his 50s, coming up the road.
It was common to see Westerners at the market. What wasn't common, was that this particular Westerner, had a disability - he didn't have any legs.
On his wheelchair, he rounded the market, checking out the stalls.
I lost sight of him after he passed the fruit stall.
When I was getting into my car, I saw him again. This time, he was parked next to a stall, eating his newly-bought snacks while watching the world bustle about.
When life is unfair to us, when all the odds are turned against us, it's easy to complain and be mad about how unlucky we are.
It is easy to forget, that there are many people out there who've had it worse than us.
In the end, I was a bit disappointed that I didn't get to talk to this man.
He didn't need to achieve great things to teach me to be more appreciative of my life.
All it took was to enjoy his food and watch life go on.
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- Vivien Tang
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6 comments:
did you go to the market near the bus terminal?
yup~ do you go there too?
yes, if there's no tuition on that day
I go every week now... They have good Nasi Lemak, Laksa and Ban Cheng Kuih
that was a great realisation ;)
Thank you Simplicity :)
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