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“A badly decomposed corpse was found floating on Singapore River early this morning…”
Hope, the root word of “hoping”, “hopeful”, “hopefulness”, and the like; a word that serves as the thrust for the condition, the needs, the wants of each and every human being.
A father, a mother, to a daughter; and two friends. Human beings, each one of them. Desperate, dejected, whose fates remain undecided, whose dreams remain unrealised, and whose ambitions remain undefined, only because deep in their hearts, the seeds of hope were sown.
Probably, without hope, without hoping, without being hopeful, their lives would be untainted, unscathed, undamaged, and not naked; devoured to the skeletal frames of their existence.