I decided to buy a few items for the kids at our care group for our last class. So I briskly walked out of our complex grounds and up to the staionary "dukahn" (store) to buy a few goodies (Pencils, pens and any school supplies are higly valued here since education is higly esteemed). I had JUST curled my hair which is rare because, well, because it's monsoon season! Have you ever seen curly hair when it's wet? That's why flat ironing and curling is a waste of time for me. Long story short: I curled my hair, went to the store, and came out to find that a clear evening sky burst open with ever-increasing showers.
Monsoon is a season just like Fall or Spring in the U.S. After the scorching heat of summer, the drenching rains of monsoon cool off the city, wash down the smog and pollution that's underfoot, and increase the water table. I refused to soak my hair so I waited under an awning for what seemed like forever! I decided to sing a praise song and to enjoy breathing deeply the clean, fresh air. All of a suddend, my dh appears through the raindrops and, look, he's carrying my umbrella and his raincoat! He came for me!! How sweet and funny: he KNEW I was not about to soak this head again! LOL
Monday, July 27, 2009
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