And so she had a phone call from halfway around the world last night. She should be pleased, but not really.
Apparently, Mr Caller can't help but rattled on about how the 2 students he'd tutored for the national exams had attained distinctions in both Math papers, yadda yadda yadda, and the ang-pow money that she has gotten this Lunar New Year was (quote and unquote) "SO little" and how work was (quote and unquote) sian while emphasising worry over her bread and butter yet again, blah blah blah...
Ahhhh...an ego trip, she thought.
Nevertheless, she obliged; the thought (of even dialling up) was sweet. Stopping short at snubbing Mr Caller, she smiled to herself as she suddenly realised what actually was going on. After all, she too has been on this road before....
*****
"Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
- Francis Bacon
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
- Francis Bacon
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