We had a working meeting. He put two oranges on the desk and we started talking about business matters. A thought passed through my head that too many times I had bought sweets instead of fruits for a meeting. Usually I would tell myself how hospitable and friendly it was to treat someone with cookies or cakes. What if I bought them so that I could satisfy my own craving? And here there those two oranges healthy, shiny so far from my temptation.
When I offered him tea or coffee he did not want any but invited me to have an orange. I had a flash of my childhood when a beautifully peeled orange by Mom was a sign that somebody cared enough for me to arrange the peels so that they reminded of petals of a flower.
I stayed in the office longer than him. Upon leaving, he told me to enjoy the orange. A small gesture, but it brought me sudden joy, of which he was probably not aware. Perhaps it was sheer politeness but on that dark, winter evening when I still had to push myself for an hour or more of work, it made me feel the universe cared. And sent me an orange.