Non returns givings...

Every time when I walk pass this kampong looking garden fenced up by some green comouflaged wirings, sitting in the middle of our neighbourhood, yes, I simply walk pass it. That is because I dont know if its open to the public or the owner (an old man) will welcome strangers walking in, interrupting his quiet private moment.

Today, I walked passed this Kampong Garden again, but this time, mum encouraged me to take a look inside. With her accompany, we explored this kampong garden for the first time. It was an unexplanable feeling. The feeling of nonchalant and a self of belonging and the fencing actually shield me away from the reality and busy lifestyle.

This garden is man by a retired sinseh who grows all kinds of herbs and will give out to the neighbours as long as you request for it. The mellowed old man looks sincere and real.

There were a few aunties crowding around him asking questions in loud voices but he was absolutely patient. As long as you have a question for him, he will slowly and carefully show you the type of herbs to use. Mum says he don't sell those organic herbs nor accepts gifts from the neighbours. However, we can volunteer to help out at the garden when we are free. It been so long since I last felt sincerity from a total stranger. All you can see in the garden was hope and giving.

Baby, lets go help out one of these days, shall we? :)