随笔3

Having issued forth from a restroom in a dining complex not-too-bad, entertaining a strong curiosity to essay to unravel the mystery of what life held in store for me for this scorching afternoon in such a midsummer as it is always rumored in an indubitable fashion that life is so much like a box of chocolate that no one would know what taste the next piece would bring, I moved upstairs by escalator to the top floor of the building and uncannily I was led to a half-unknown place where I felt a strong sense of deja vu. Standing on the highest bypass which commanded a perfect bird's view of the whole domain and which, with all the bypasses beneath, formed a crisscross as was in my sight, suddenly, I heard two delivery men of a fast-food restaurant chain nearby talking in my mother tongue about their business today and was so astonished that such a language could be uttered by two local people of this profession, at hearing which, I didn't even give an iota of my credence to what I had heard from them because for about one score years, no delivery men had spoken it and the last time I encountered this situation was when I was a junior school student, who had acclimatized to it then and even in half a year ago, such a case was absolutely incredible, which, to the eyes of most people, was like something that would only happen in dream. Slight excitement, in juxtopostion with vague depression, ran through my entire body.