I think I burned my tongue.
I never thought that eggplant could store that much heat after being pan-fried and drenched in some soy-based sauce. And to think I have to pretend that everything's alright in such a fine restaurant despite me feeling like all my taste buds are about to experience third-degree burns. I think the little girl in the next table noticed (I could tell by her giggles) and is currently telling her mother. It sucks being alone for dinner.
As I was washing off the pain with a warm cup of Japanese tea, she then walked in. Who is she, you ask. Beats me. But she was someone you would look at and wonder why you never got the chance to meet her in life. A pretty Chinita, in a simple dark blue dress, with an aura to the effect of "I don't have to prove anything to anybody." Shy type, no make-up, and just the right height. In short, my type. Still sipping from my half-empty tea cup, I noticed her stop by the entrance, as a waiter approached to greet her.
"Table for how many, ma'am?" He asked.
Probably waiting for somebody. I thought.
She raised her pretty hand and gestured the answer, together with her soft voice. "One."
She was alone? I thought. Someone as pretty as her, alone for dinner? I could not bear the thought. It was as if women like her did not deserve to eat alone on such a fine evening. I asked myself, why is she alone? Wait a minute, I'm alone as well. Why am I alone?
Easy. There comes a point in our everyday lives when we wish to seek solitude from the bustle of it. I wanted to step back and re-examine my life so far, and see if everything I did or did not do was all worth it. It's like pressing "pause" on the remote control of life and viewing the screen to see if all's well. She may have also reached that point in her life, where she felt the urge to go away from it all and just have a quiet evening alone.
Probably, if everyone in the world took time for a quiet evening alone to ponder on their lives, we would live in a better world, with less conflict, less misunderstandings, and less heartaches. We would be better people, and we would then learn to appreciate and be contented with the many blessing that come our way. Then again, she should have shared a table with me. I could have loved the company.![rindu]( "rindu")
As she was seated at the far end of the room, I slowly sipped the last drops of my tea, and called the bill.
Tonight, there will be two people alone, one with a sore tongue, pondering on life as they know it.
Easy. There comes a point in our everyday lives when we wish to seek solitude from the bustle of it. I wanted to step back and re-examine my life so far, and see if everything I did or did not do was all worth it. It's like pressing "pause" on the remote control of life and viewing the screen to see if all's well. She may have also reached that point in her life, where she felt the urge to go away from it all and just have a quiet evening alone.
Probably, if everyone in the world took time for a quiet evening alone to ponder on their lives, we would live in a better world, with less conflict, less misunderstandings, and less heartaches. We would be better people, and we would then learn to appreciate and be contented with the many blessing that come our way. Then again, she should have shared a table with me. I could have loved the company.
As she was seated at the far end of the room, I slowly sipped the last drops of my tea, and called the bill.
Tonight, there will be two people alone, one with a sore tongue, pondering on life as they know it.