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The bus from Delhi, India

Last week when my daughter, family and I were in Lahore, we visited the Pakistan, India border. It’s known as Wagah. Nola’s children wanted to see the daily changing of guards, lowering of flags in the evening, and the gate closing between both the countries. 

In the above photo  you can see the rear of the bus crossing the border into Pakistan. The passengers waved at the people. I caught the photo at the last minute. Among the passengers were Sikh too who were going to visit Guru Nanak’s Gurdwara near Lahore. Their Guru is buried there. Every year they visit it.

As a momento my daughter gave me a cup. It has a picture of us on both sides, showing her, the children, her husband and I are flanked by two Rangers of Pak Army.



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A Chicken Crossing

Ready, Set, Done!
by Ben Huberman
As it’s been a while since our last free-write… set a timer for ten minutes. Write without pause (and no edits!) until you’re out of time. Then, publish what you have (it’s your call whether or not to give the post a once-over).


Why did the chicken cross the road?

At various intervals this question has come up. I wonder why people are obsessed with the chicken crossing the road?

If he (maybe a she, or it) wants to cross the road, for all purposes he has every right to do so. Why should we try to put a stop to the crossing?

Here are the replies:

To go to the other side.

It’s the nature of chickens.

To go where no other chicken has gone before.

You tell me?

I forgot.

TJ (my daughter’s nine years old son) made a variation on the old question.

One day I phoned, and TJ picked up. He asked me, “Nano, can you answer my question?”

Poor Nano (that’s me), was wondering what he is going to ask.

“Why didn’t the chicken cross the road?”

“It didn’t want to.”

“No, I ate it”, Tj giggled.