In our busy day and lives, we often forget about the simple little things- like smiling, wishing someone a good day, giving someone a compliment and the list can go on. This week after coming from work, my hands stacked full with papers to mark [they are still waiting], I was running through the bus terminal to catch a car a few streets away.
I had my shades on and that don’t-talk-to-me-I’m-busy look plastered onto my face as I passed a little old man playing the violin in the hustle and bustle of the city. Now this may be something really familiar to those of you who are living in mega cities where there are subways and all that jazz [literally], but in my tiny country, I never saw someone actually standing and playing an instrument in any terminal. Or it could be that I just don’t get out enough. That’s so not the point though.
