we are walking. we are walking. we don't need anything else. these woods. fresh air. is this what peace is? my mother and me. we eat our mango ice-cream. it's a summer night. the streets are illumined by the streetlights. a dazzling fair at sight and also, a hospital. my mother says "when you lose your good health, everything becomes dull." i glance at the patient's faces, as if nodding in acceptance to their dreadful fate. i wonder if they would even flinch now if they had their hard-earned assets taken away or if they would pray to God only for their health or if they would make a deal with the devil to give back their life in return for everything else. how cruel to fight for a little more life! maybe a miracle is on it's way. i pray. we walk. everything is okay. the moon, tonight, seems far away.