Once I read an article in the newspaper and was very impressed by the words of the writer. He said when we were born we were crying and everybody around us were smiling and we should all die smiling when everybody around us are crying.
I found out that the writer lived at a place I frequented because my friend lived in his neighbourhood and I used to visit him for supper. So I called him over the phone. His wife answered and in a nt too happy voice said that he was not at home. I called again and managed to speak to him.
It went something like this:
" Who are you?"
" I am Andrew Tung."
" What do you want ?"
" I read your article in the papers and I am very impressed."
"So."
" Well I have a friend who lives near your place and I use to visit him for a coffee and Roti Platta. I thought maybe I can meet up with you one of these evenings."
" No time. No time. I am very busy."
" Anyway thank you."
Click.
The End.
This guy is great at words only. When he is dead I won't be around to shed a tear.