We are but strangers in many way. And there is an imposing wall in between us. Maybe because of the myriad of masks we wear to handle different situations and different people. Maybe because simply we don't understand.
During lunch yesterday, I came across an auntie who sold fruits. She is zany in a way. She kept nagging why did the customer do this, do that. Shouldn't select the fruits from the back, should take from the front. Then as she was nagging, suddenly she will become very normal and professional and asked us if we wanted salt or seasoning on our fruits. Then she will go back to her naggy mode.
I gave my "rolled-eyed-what-ever" look.
And I felt bad immediately, once we reached back to the client's place. The accountant told us that her husband died of cancer about a year ago. Suddenly, I was full of respect for her and in a way, compassionate. I believe she needs someone to talk to. I can imagine a year ago, she still had someone who was willing to listen to her nag.
And now, the fruit store is her only console that her husband is still with her.
But then, I will never know if they shared such a relationship or one that is bitter.
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