A couple shuffled slowly along the road. Should I stop to help? Or move on with my day? After all, these people are by-passing them like them are invisible, much less me. People are around them. They can help if they need any.

The husband looks so like he's dragging a mountain of groceries home. The wife looks like she will get blown away by the wind any minute now. The weather seems malicious all of a sudden.

Turns out they lived just behind my block. The hubby's 85, and the wife's 81. They do grocery shopping everyday. Punggol plaza AND Prime. I can't imagine how I can stand to shuffle 30mins a day to Prime then inch my way back using another 30mins, Then after dropping off the groceries, crawl my way to Punggol plaza for NTUC. But that's what they do everyday. Hand in hand.

"Miss, we take care of each other.Neighbours.Husbands and wives. Friends and children. Just take care of each other."

That coming from a married couple of 50over years, it can only be the matra to lasting marriage. Its just so difficult to find such a love from the post-war generation. They are after all the conservative lot. They are the arranged marriages. The forced conditions. Just looking at my granny and grandpa.....hm.....

"That's why we feel lucky. We needn't force ourselves. Just be thankful. Then we can happy, then we can build up everything needed for the marriage."

This old man who's kicking the bucket anytime, having a more positive outlook than me. But I'll just know my happiness, as the old man told me.

"Thank you Miss. Listen to what I said. You're too sweet to go to waste." That's what he told me as I dropped them off at their block, and they shuffled with linked hands away from me.

I wonder who helped who today.....