I woke up to the cries of an old rickshaw driver. Two passengers, about my age or maybe younger, were arguing with him about the fare while continuously calling him a 'buddha'. The rickshaw guy could do nothing but just take the money offered and go away. I don't know what the deal was or who was at fault, but those guys shouldn't have called the rickshaw driver 'old'.
When the elderly, who have seen it all before, are not respected, then it is time for them to pass gently into that good night, and leave the darkness to the fallen. Fear for a future without the past, because without the past there is no future.
When the elderly, who have seen it all before, are not respected, then it is time for them to pass gently into that good night, and leave the darkness to the fallen. Fear for a future without the past, because without the past there is no future.