Joyce, Felicia and I were in Hangzhou, on a bench admiring the view of West Lake. Felicia played a Fish Leong song on her handphone, and soon enough, we were in our own world.
I began to close my eyes slowly, taking in the beautiful image of sunlight glistening on the water's surface. and sang the song to myself. At the height of the song-the chorus- I opened my eyes, stopped singing abruptly and gasped.
In front of my eyes was this beggar-he had been standing there for goodness know how long-with a bowl in his hand, just staring at us.
We gave him biscuits and waved him away, but the mood was forever lost.
AND SERIOUSLY, what a way to lose the moment.
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