He stood on the bridge over the River Mutha.

‘Oh, how cruel this world is, how thoughtless we are! How silently you bear!

Oh, how beautiful you are still. I wish I could be of some help. Oh, how insignificant I am!’

A man approached the bridge with a heavy plastic bag. He hurried along the pedestrians’ walkway and emptied his bag containing trash over the railing. The plastic bag with all its filthy contents poured down the river. The papers floated, the dirt plunged and the dust played with the warm breeze.

The traffic over the bridge concentrated only on the traffic lights. Hundreds of people passed by and no one said a word. Scores of people walked over the bridge then, no one said a word. The man walked away after emptying the bag and throwing it along with the dirt.

He opened his mouth but no words came. He looked at the plastic bag slowly settle on the river current and float.

A woman walked on the bridge, stopped suddenly and fiddled inside her handbag. She took out a small crumpled paper pack and emptied the content over the river. They were grains. The grains quickly scattered on the river currents and became invisible. Further down a flock of birds and ducks played on the shallower part of the river.

He smiled.