Just returned from a semi long walk, semi long because it snowed day before yesterday which was actually seasons first snow and today even though temperature was dipping below freezing, we had sunshine, which is killer icy condition,and I would know, I have lived 14 winters of my life in snowy conditions in Pakistan, skiing and making snowmen, so I was afraid I would slip, whereas I was wearing these boots that I had bought last summer in London which were actually boys shoes but fit me perfectly and I got such a great bargain to boot, but you cannot be certain about something until you have tested it so I cut my walk short! Phew that was a long sentence. I have noticed that apparel for women is unreasonably expensive and also of flimsy materials. Its more showy then practical. Like why on earth would you have acrylic and polyester hats, gloves and mufflers in a place like Chicago where temperatures dip down to -15C? What if some poor soul buys it and ends up freezing in this weather. Another thing which is absolutely clear is that most people cannot tell wool from acrylic, or silk from polyester. Is it about not having an eye or having such excellent copies of the real thing that you cannot tell one from the other? That could actually apply to a number of things in our lives!
Naseem, is a six year old girl. When I met her she was sitting on the charpoi with her mother and constantly clapping but without any mirth. Her hair was cut almost to her scalp. I was told that she was a miracle child, she had been suffering from severe acute malnutrition and her family and relatives had almost given up hope that she would survive but she had proven all stats wrong and was sitting right in front of us. Physically, she was on the mend but her mental growth had been irreversibly stunted. She did not respond to any movement, any gesture or sound, her mind was somewhere else... A little boy, hardly seven, sitting on the curbside on an otherwise busy junction but at 0100AM he seemed so out of place on that dark, deserted road. As we stopped at the traffic signal, on the road perpendicular to where he was sitting, my attention was drawn to his posture. His slumped back was towards me and as I watched, two cars stopped on the lanes furthest from him. He made an ...
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