It occurs to me that a loud silence allows room for observations.

It amazes how mundane routine-like images make it to the list of my favourite things.

I like to see old husbands reading 'Business Times' with their wives next to them reading 'Women's Weekly'
I like to see old husbands jotting down notes from 'Herald Tribute' with their wives next to them also holding a pencil in hand, but solving the word puzzles from 'HELLO!'
I like to see old husbands putting down their copy of 'Fortune' and peep over their wives' shoulders to have a glimpse of what's in "Her World"
(More often than not, they swap magazines to read afterwards)
I like to see old husbands dozing off,enjoying the bliss of silence, while their wives just look at their faces gently, only nudging them softly when they start snoring.

I think Im beginning to love my job and old people. :)

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