It's the third straight summer we've been here. As the days get longer and warmer, we start enjoying all the lush greenery. I love the little iftar picnics we have at the Park. As soon as you hear the loud 'dummmm' and the azan, we start eating. Kavita is so much bigger and, has a fantastic vocabulary. She talks so much. Which makes her a great walking companion. I let her talk and, we walk. But of course, she doesn't pay attention crossing the street. I can't stand the chatter though when we are crossing the street or in a car park.
"Kavita, let's focus and not get run over!"
Posing on tree trunks
Posing on felled tree trunks
We met these little girls who came over and introduced themselves. They are daughters of domestic
help. My heart broke when when one said she is 11 but very small and weak because she was
ill. Of course, their heads are covered and they are over polite and play with much less
abandon. Why are poor children so much more clearly and unfairly malnourished? In a country
that has food surplus and is a big exporter of grains?
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