I notice them everytime i go there, which is about once a week. A group of 7-8 Chinese women, conversing noisily in their native tongue amidst a sea of white wedding dresses...its a surreal thing really seeing these women. They are such anomaly in the office building full of people working in a way that i can only capture in the word "strict"...everyone with their jobs, their "HI! how are yoooou?" And the equally deliberate "Ahaan? Yeaah youre doing okaiy?" (someone in my education class once remarked how as a European immigrant, they found North Americans too smiley and equally expectant of smiles on other's faces "why do they expect you to smile all the time?" she said.)
These women are like an oasis in the "professional" desert. Hah- profoundness is something i never pretended to master . Sometimes conveying simple things through words can be very hard. They seem to be seamstresses (female darzis, tailoresses if you will) tacking pins to glorious white outfits that seem to be very weddingsy. Interestingly, the door to their one-room office space is always open - without fail , everytime. You can hear them a few feet down the hall, their merry voices conveying a warmth one can only yearn to be a part of. They are like comrades-ses, how great it must be to have friends as coworkers - or perhaps i read too much into it.Whatever the case may be, the group of Mandarin speaking women in their white background bring a smile to my face everytime i hear them.
