As I was waiting for my flight, I am observing people going to and fro in the predeparture area. They have gone from somewhere and will be going to their respective destinations. I don't know how far or where they have traveled. I may not know their purpose of travel. I may not know what struggle they have gone through from places to places. I may not know the people they have been with during their travel. I don't know the people they have encountered during their travel. I don't know how long they have waited at the waiting lounge when their flights were delayed. I may not know what kind of people they are. Their flights, their baggage, their choice of destination. Their life stories... All I see is them being busy coming and going.
