My reveries were interrupted by the sight of an old Malay man teetering on a curb carrying his lunch like a chest of gold bullion to his spot when he slipped and fell. My heart went to his food and tea splattered on the ground as the starving earth commanded a derisive scoff from a nearby middle class man eating by himself without any sympathy or appreciation to his mid day gymnastics. Swiftly, the old man straightened himself up followed by a guffaw, a result of not having to fuck the ground in public, with clothes on. I nodded in approval. Amused, it and made me think that if I were to fall flat in public, THIS is the benchmark, the flip, the style, the gracefulness, the performer in him and Tom Petty's Free Falling.
He ordered a new set of lunch, garnished with a reverent smile from me.