Separated by a thin wall, He and She have not met through the many nights living side by side. It turns out that they were classmates from high school, He has heard her humming the familiar tune from high school days, she has been staring at the landscape picture taken by him which was hung on the wall of the cafeteria where she frequents to help with the flower arrangement for the barrister. They hear and listen to each other; Him, her humming in the day and night routine of French dialogues played repeatedly over the tape. Her, his grinding of coffee beans and the sound of the keys whenever he opens the door. Then they finally looked into each others eyes at a reunion gathering to give thanks to and to celebrate the retirement of their high school teacher.
A lovely tale not so much because of its cliché on fate and destiny, or how it reminds me of the Hollywood golden couple in the Sleepless in Seattle. It strikes a chord with me and perhaps many more of us simply because of its depiction of the routine, almost boring daily lives and the loneliness we may feel living in the big and small cities. Yet however much mundane and empty life seems to be, there is bound to be more to offer to us, even if it’s chasing after big dreams or only to be at ease with oneself. Quietly, slowly but surely, it soothes one’s tired soul and brings one’s ears to rest on the little sounds and light music of the world and one’s inner voice.