4 Ramadhan, 1444
16.50
Just got back from a shopping expedition to Little India. The Missus needed to buy some ghee, two very large tubs, for the industrial scale baking about to take over our apartment. It was wonderfully lively and bustling around Serangoon Road and environs. Enjoyed the verve and colour, the sheer brightness of it all, but it's strange how fasting makes you not quite part of the happening scene, if you see what I mean. We got hold of a few snacks for later, though, so we were by no means entirely detached from all the good things going on.
20.40
Have now consumed one of the snacks we purchased this afternoon, a chunky samosa, and I can safely say it was jolly tasty. (And just one of the many good things made available with the breaking of the fast.)
One of the characteristics of the Holy Month I'm reminded of: how simple things become, and how good simple things are.
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