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I wrote this almost exactly two years ago, but I feel like sharing it again, just because it was brought to my attention when it showed up in my stats as a link someone had clicked on…or perhaps because someone stumbled onto it while searching for information on pani puri. Who knows?
Isn’t it fun to read something you wrote a long time ago? Personally I feel I don’t write with such detail anymore….

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After raising four daughters and marrying them off one after the other, Mum and Dad were left with an empty nest, yet not a single day goes by that they don’t think of us and what we might be up to in our respective homes. They do enjoy their freedom and space I’m sure, yet they long for us to come over with their grandchildren (and one great grandchild) and spend the day with them. Admittedly, for a variety of reasons, it isn’t always that simple to extricate ourselves from our myriad chores to take out the time and effort to hang out with our parents, but when we do, we always vow to do it more often.  The best intentions still find a way to go awry however, and before we realise it, once again, weeks have gone by without having made contact.

They wait for our phone calls…

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Huz was inspired to write this today. Apparently I’m the muse. Go figure. 😐
This one’s in ‘honour’ of Bakra Eid, for all you poetic people. And if you need some context, just read this.

Gathering just-a-bit-o moss

On the roadside, kill. Run child run. O what fun.
Chase the goat. Cute. Cut. Cut. Run run.

Blood. Feed the poor today. O so nice. Tomorrow
Let them rot. And the day after. And after. Rot rot.

Glut. Chomp chomp. O so much. Blessed day.
Black red day is back. The puke runneth over.

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Hello dear readers and fellow bloggers! I am sharing with you today a post I was asked to write as a guest for my dear bloggy friend Kathy over at Lake Superior Spirit.

You can’t help but fall in love with her quirky spirituality. There is something almost magical about her life in the ‘Big Woods’ as she calls them, just a short distance away from the shore of Lake Superior…..I love her photographs, her sense of humour and her gracious, all-encompassing spirit.

So please do visit her blog today. You might even get to read something you never knew about me……:)

Lots of love,

Munira.