Saturday, July 01, 2006
whsipaers of a hand
't was late afternoon soon before the set of sun. Road is busy. Time for home. I took a jeepney heading Pasig since mendiola, the main route of Santol jeepneys was closed. Traffic is getting heavy when we raeched the front of Mendiola. The place is tragic with those police shields and helmet laid across the way. And the officers, maybe a thousand of them scattered around the area. Just a notice of a rally.
But that scenario didn't really catched my attention. When the jeep moved Legarda, 5 HS Students came in rush and took the seats empty at front part of the vehicle. We are about to turn to LRT Station when the students started laughing in a wave of a hand. I knew it, they are making these signs with their faces struggling to project what they want to say. The hand movements took the attention of the passengers- and I saw it no matter how hard they try to pretend that they don't care.
What deranged me is that "how was the students told the driver that they'll be getting off on this particular place when they paid their fare.
I saw it and felt it. I just asked myself how hard it is to whisper by hands. Something that not all can understand.
