ST Picks: Reflections on time and how we spend it to help others
I never learnt the name of Encik.
- by autobot
- Aug. 17, 2024
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I never learnt the name of Encik. He was always in a wheelchair, parked under the sheltered walkway which I had to pass on the way to the supermarket and hawker centre. Especially during the periods when I primarily worked from home, he was a regular fixture. Dressed in a faded, collared shirt, he would spend the hours staring into the garden landscape. Clearly he had a lot of time to kill.