Curtain rose. People appeared on stage. There were paints and powders on their faces. All were happily singing and dancing all around. Oh the show didn’t end there too; the masked people were trying to make others happy too. What a fantastic world, hmmm. I…

Ma’am, the token of respect makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like to be called Ma’am or Madam. Well, except in some hotels or offices or with strangers, we might have to use and hear that. I know it’s just a polite term and nothing to…