An old man let me squat next to him while continued drawing on the ground. As usual he did not speak any word. After several minutes, a glimpse of a shape appeared from the emptiness. It was a temple. A beautiful pagoda.
I sighed, “Wow….”
The old man looked at me, broke a chalk he held into two pieces and gave me one of them. In the next five minutes or so I found myself doodling next to him.
“I didn’t know you can draw.”
“I didn’t know you can draw either,” I replied. Continue reading “A story in a string”