The magic of Siem Reap
Travelling from place to place, one hardly allows oneself to get attached. I did. I got attached to Siem Reap . Upon leaving it, I felt a strange heartache. The heartache of being severed from a location of love. It must have been the hypnotising splendour of the Angkor Wat temples. A parallel universe where the sun always shines and the birds always sing to exhilarate the wanderer. Or was it the beautiful stranger lying next to me in the massage salon close to the Old Market ? We never spoke to each other. We only stared at each other's feet while they were being skilfully massaged by tiny animated hands. And then there was Sok Ban. The owner of the tiny animated hands. I couldn't get enough of her massages. And I couldn't get enough of her melancholic dark eyes. One evening, on my way to the Angkor Palm restaurant, I dropped by the massage salon to say hi to Sok Ban. "Where do you eat?", I asked her. "I eat market.", she answered quickly