The city is quiet. Awfully quiet. In a city that is home to millions of residents and commuters, this is extremely unusual and awkward. Morning commute is generally quiet but there are usually a few casual conversations and even some laughter here and there. But not today, everyone is looking down and seems to be in his/her own world. People are glued to the paper or articles on their phone, and their face displayed a bit of melancholy.
The subway platform was orderly and organized. Unlike the usual days, no one tried to aboard (or stuff themselves into) the crowded train when it arrives or selfishly bump into everyone trying to step off.
Just when everyone gets comfortable with this state, a little boy joined the pool of commuters and started singing his favorite nursery rhymes to break the silence.
"The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round...The wheels on the bus go round and round, all around the town..."
He missed a few words and notes, but he obviously enjoyed it and had a good time. His little pure and innocent voice was angelic, but hurts when you realize that he is going to grow up in a continuing divided country.
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