The image of the white-haired old man scavenging through the barely filled food court for scraps, remnants of others' dinners. With each passing table, his loot grew. Satisfied by the substantial amount of food he collected, he sits, gathered himself and prepared to feast.

Heart-wrenching to say the least. Watching him mash everything together, not bothered about taste or looks only concerned about eating his fill to survive yet another day. Oblivious to the world, he feasted like a king, savoring every last bit of his meal.

Two tables away, we were eating out of our family feast from KFC, hungry after a long bus ride back from Zakopane. Still, we could not finish it all. The last two drumlets would have been waste, thrown away without thought; but it became a proper dinner for the old man.

We do know we are privileged as Singaporeans but we rarely take advantage of that fact. It really does not take much to make another person's day.


Dreams should not be so vivid. Marred reality.