Near the Stop

Life is fragile. No one knows when it ends. Of course, suicide is one way to know better. But if the time is not up, it doesn't help. I wonder if I can get old gracefully. With a head full of silky white hair. I know this won't be possible as more and more hair has already left me. But I surely would like to live long enough in good health to see my kids growing up.

I don't know this old gentleman except that he is old. Being old is a sign. As the bus was approaching the bus temrinal, I took this blurry shot. As blurry as the truth of our existence.

Wish him well.