Raison d'être.

Mud splattered lavishly across her uniform. An impish smile submitted naivete.

Packet drinks, yogurt tubs, a packet of an apples and a bunch of bananas - Items largely pronounced in the cradle of her arms as she limped.

The area was thronged with people from all walks of life. Stares were aplenty with nary a helping hand.

At this juncture, she crossed Mich's path.

Mich smiled at the girl. To the best of her ability, Mich cleaned her up, found new plastic bags and repacked the items. Bystanders gawked but Mich's attention was riveted on the girl.

Just then, a shout ushered hushed silence, albeit momentarily.

An elderly lady chided the girl in strings of dialect and gesticulated unceremoniously.

As they disappeared into the crowd, Mich could not help but wonder if this was the note of resignation submitted to those with special needs.

Have the hearts of the people become little but stark contrasts against the lush landscape?

Mich struggles with this on a daily basis.

Spread a little kindness.
Be gentle on the weak.
Help the hapless.
Show generosity to the poor.
Respect the elderly.

For such deeds paint a beautiful picture of one's soul.

How does your portrait look today?