i don’t know what to say.
today, a courier man came to my office, bearing a parcel with my name on it.
after i signed for the package, i examined the parcel…scrutinising, in particular, the sender’s name.
the name wasn’t familiar…
i opened the parcel cautiously… and to my surprise, it was a novel and a perfume. clipped on the front cover of the novel was a scribbled note.
as i read the note, it suddenly dawned on me who the sender was.
i have gotten to know him in february this year, through a friend. shortly after the initial meeting, we’ve only met up for one more time.
and if i didn’t recall wrongly, i did not give him my business card…which does not explain how he got my office address.
and most importantly,
i must say i’m a little shocked.