I was trash-picking at the side of a road.
I want to do it before I finish my semester here.
Then, I pick up some shards of glass.
My car's front right tire narrowly avoid it.
I drove the car slightly forward,
There was a broken glass on the grass.
Nobody seem to notice it -
they somehow avoid it.
With my garbage sack,
I begin debugging.
It was tedious.
The glass was brittly sharp -
that my thumb lets out blood.
I will not let any more blood out,
so I shovel the glass
using a bent piece of metal
found while trash-picking in the university
to pick up the bigger bits.
Why we have to spend out time
to add stress on stress?
Do we keep in mind that glass is sensitive?
I will not bring glass with me,
because glass is just painful to clear up.
I wished it will not happen to them.
Imagine their car stepping on the broken glass!
Sometimes cars passed through.
Sometimes motorcycles passed through.
I wish that people would help me -
but wait -
what they can help me?
Looking over my shoulder?
Wait, I would not tolerate that.
Thank you for passing.
You are right about this.
Sometimes there will be ear-damaging exhaust sounds passed through.
People somehow found more, better ways to annoy people.
I would like to tell you
but you went away too fast.
You seem harried.
What can I do when you are harried?
All I can do is to tolerate your vrooms,
low and slow.
I wished that they know -
but because of them that I learn not to do like them -
thank you for that.
I have cleared up the big ones,
now searching for the smaller ones.
It gradually become cleaner, but tougher.
Now I am uncertain -
if there is no more, or a few left
lying where I have not noticed,
so I slip off my slippers
and walk - slowly - on the grass.
It was tedious.
My feet was bare.
Anytime my feet could bleed blood.
It felt like seeing those Russian rouleete games.
It is gripping to see and be through.
Each bump, I search my feet
for those 'pebbles'.
I walk back and forth, back and forth.
Each time, in a different position -
until those diamond-like bumps are gone.
Slowly I become more assured as time passes.
To keep going on would take a lot on my part,
and I had not done my Isya' prayer yet,
so I will stop after a few more rounds.
To you who broke the glass,
it was gripping, but I am grateful -
at least the glass is broken around a small area.
I am fortunate that it was managable and easy to work with.
I will agonise if you spread the shards within a larger area.
Thank you for that.
At least I can worry less about you.
I lugged the sack back to the back of my car,
trash-picking the front of my car for a while,
and drove away, relieved.