I like to observe the different faces I see everyday and wonder what their story is. The Asian guy who sits in front of me on the train reading his newspaper written his native language. I wonder if he has family still in his country? Then I see the school girl in uniform reading her Math text book. Maybe she is studying for an exam or doing her homework at the last minute. And what about the lady who looks like she's in her late 60's. She is exhausted but her hands remained clutched to her bags as her head nods side to side with the movement of the train; she is fast asleep.
Yep, it's true everyone of us has a story to tell, a place from where it all began. Our experiences are very different and always unfolding one chapter at a time.
What do you think her story is...?