The other day, an elderly friend of mine, aged close to being a septuagenarian* was telling me about the financial turmoil that he was facing in his life. The last thing I would want to hear is the sob story of never ending saga of self pity and tear evoking hopelessness. I guess I had enough of listening to these melancholic tales throughout childhood and my present vocation. Not having a choice, I offered a sympathetic ear. ( Don't know what the Almighty has in store for me; cannot be so cocky! ) He had been under the weather with a debilitating ailment for almost half a year and had somehow made a miraculous recovery, albeit not a complete one. During his illness, he had used up all his savings as his wife's lone income was insufficient to manage his daily expenses and had been living on his brother's hand-outs. Hence, he had to desperately get back on his feet, get to work and bring the bacon home! Whilst listening through all this sad story, ( No! he did not ask for...
It is all Mimesis