In a small alleyway lined with wooden houses standing side by side, life goes on simply yet richly. On a long bench, worn with time, a small child sits intently, holding a pencil and a crumpled piece of paper. He writes, or perhaps draws, lost in his own world amidst the silence of the afternoon. Behind him, rows of buckets, sacks, and old tires bear silent witness to the daily routines of the alley's inhabitants.
This alleyway may seem narrow and dusty, but here the warmth of life is palpable. The distant call of chickens, the laughter of children playing at the end of the street, and the aroma of cooking from the wooden kitchen all combine to create a genuine rhythm of life. There is no luxury, just the bare essentials of everyday life, but that is precisely where its beauty lies.
The small child seems to symbolize hope. Beneath the simplicity of the place where he grew up, lies a dream that may have yet to be expressed. The small pencil in his hand serves as a bridge between the present and the future, between the muddy ground where he stands and the vast sky where his dreams soar.
Alleys like these hold countless memories for anyone who grew up in them. It's where laughter and tears intertwine, where the value of togetherness is taught without words. And perhaps, someday, that little child will write about this small alley, a place where even the simplest things feel so meaningful.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
| @gunting | Realme C53 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |