8 Ramadhan, 1443
We got ourselves out to Kerbau Road, near Serangoon Road, in the early afternoon. Noi was tracking down the tins of ghee she needs for the baking she intends for the season. She requires plenty of the stuff since she now has lots of orders for her various biscuits, and Serangoon is the place to go for the right brand at the right price.
We were only there for fifty minutes or so - also buying some prata for the breaking of the fast at Komala's whilst we were in the vicinity - but that was more than enough time to feel overwhelmed by the energy of the crowd gathered for the weekend. It was a relief to get away, but a good reminder that looking inward is all very well but it's not wise to detach oneself from a world that dwarfs the self.
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