the ties that bind

Qn: How many people does it take to change a punctured tyre?

Ans: Four. One worker to do the physical changing of tyre, one assistant to sort out the correct equipment to use, one instructor to tell us what to do, and one silent supporter to keep her hands clean so that she won't dirty the interior of the car while driving to the petrol kiosk.

It's interesting how 'coincidental' the tyre puncture happened.. As if some force out there wants us to come together and work things out. Really heartening during these curious times.
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It's through the gravest situations where people draw closer to each other. The need to know that we are not alone, and together we'll be strong enough to brave things through. We've forgotten about the ties that bind... even though we may have taken different paths. Here, we share something in common - to grieve for another in spite of the awkward circumstances. What are the appropriate questions to ask? What's the ideal response? Small talk in effort to break the ice never felt this lame. I never had the fear of inadequacy this much before and so I have learnt to keep my silence. Just the physical prescence is enough, touch of the hand for comfort speak more than the exchange of words. Melancholic reminders of the past to tell that it has been that long and so many things have changed since... This is all too real. Life is too damn short.

In contrast.. the little nitty gritty things that's been bugging me the past few months seem so small all of a sudden... Track back to the past. To the days of innocence. I found once again the simple equation to living a happy and fulfilling life. Because love first given to me is from my parents. Because the ones I fall back on at the end of the day is my family. There's no need to butter things up... and that different perspective goes a long way. When it comes down to it (despite our many disagreements), support is always there when needed.

That, I love. =)