All around me are messages of holidays and celebrations.
As I stand on the LRT platform, I see construction workers toiling away at a site. They are most probably foreigners, far away from home.
And what of their year, I wonder? Was it full of good cheer too? Given the poor living conditions they endure, and their limited rights as migrant workers, I'm not too sure.
Gloomy thoughts on a rainy afternoon. Must be kinder to them, Harkiren. They too are in search of a better life.