“Yaṃ pubbe taṃ visosehi, pacchā te māhu kiñcanaṃ.
Majjhe ce no gahessasi, upasanto carissasi.
“Sabbaso nāmarūpasmiṃ, yassa natthi mamāyitaṃ.
Asatā ca na socati, sa ve loke na jīyati. 100 more words
An audience of two makes for quiet applause, but the spirit of our praise was not diminished by our number. It was indeed a lovely performance, a rendition of a favorite song – Sam Cooke’s “Cupid” – played with skill and charm by a lovely, sweet-singing musician, but as it ended, it was not him on whom I focused, but his friend, my listening compatriot. 967 more words