Tuesday, August 19, 2014

They are just peanuts.



They are just peanuts. 

A woman earns meals for her family from them. For the rest of us, they give us a moment with our friends and family. 

Some chat about others and some chat about themselves over these peanuts. I wish if these peanuts had ears. Would we still talk about others then? What would these peanuts say about us, Humans?

I am going back to these peanuts' woman. I want to know how is her life and what is it that she would say about my city, Phnom Penh.
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