Quietly woven into the mesh of cable web of my
daughter’s headphones, recovering from shock
- discovering how few documents were received
recently, I should be redeployed as tea-girl – the
only job I can foresee – combating memory of my
lack-lustre offering of coffee at a meeting with our
professor while still a student in residence, fifteen
different kinds of mugs collected from everyone,
some cracked, some too small –
Made me fear mental incompetence, that I was
a lackadaisical person with no future, yet I got a
distinction in that professor’s subject: philosophy,
weathering that storm gives me confidence that I
shall weather this one too - I only hope wearing a
tea-girl’s uniform and smiling at the Department of
Art’s Minister & other supreme officials, brings job
satisfaction, offering fine porcelain cups arranged
beautifully on a neat tray without spilling –
Becoming a clone of Hercule Poirot*, a perfectionist,
punctilious and solicitous….
[* Hercule Poirot – character created by Agatha Christie]
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