Having entered the box shaped elevator,papa couldn't help noticing the mirror like four surrounding walls.Being alone in the lift ,papa stared into the much vivid reflection in front of him.What he saw totally surprised him.It was a greying old man wearing an oily canvasslike baseball cap.The cap was due to the slight drizzle outside.No wonder the amorous like smile given him by the pretty young officer at the bank counter of which papa mistook for an unprovoked romantic advances that he did not reciprocate.It wasn't at all the twisted notion that papa surmised.Upon circumspection,the controversial smirk could also be construed as a kind gesticulation for an elderly avuncular or unclelike figure.She did call him uncle.Papa emitted a wry smile.He couldn't help thinking that the perfect jelitawan everyone else envisaged as his inconsequential"quest"had been found.She was the young mother to be that out of her heart invoked a very much affable gesture in the honour of;a lonely and near bitterlike old man.Proverbially speaking and veritably,beauty,as always, is not skin deep.It really comes from deep inside a human being.Tears welled in papa's eyes.
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