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Grief Knocks at our Doors…

To avoid pigeons flying over my head, I took the long route via arcing the path leading to the school. At the intersection point where the pavilion square overlooking the car park, a cropped hair Chinese girl was ululating with her arm round her mother’s while festinating towards the gate of the school. ‘Shadowing’ behind her, I saw her wiping off her tears while sobbing incessantly. Wondering what her grief was, I could see her mum’s silent protest in her hastening gait. While I was trying to take all that in, the girl suddenly freed her arm and charged ahead of her mum, who then followed suit. The story behind her grief was a mystery left undisclosed with their departure from sight. What an episode! This epiphany drew up a reflective thought in me — Life is not always plain sailing; grief does knock at our doors sometimes. 

© Derrick Lim 

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anecdote, Inspiration, Life, nature, prose, Storytelling, writing

Ants Invasion!

Tell you something revolting this afternoon at lunch. Just when I forked up a honey-glazed chicken wing into my mouth, a colony of ants was seen crawling over the metal casserole! I cringed at its sight but with the wing still held between my teeth, as if the latter were still safe and untainted by its invasion. At the drop of a hat, I whisked the casserole off to the sink top, transferred its contents into an orange plastic plate and bam! the ants fled helter-skelter. In no time, they vanished like they had never appeared. Did I discard the wings? You tell me… 

© Derrick Lim 

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