Back in home country, no electricity is the norm day, and night. Most of the time one waits for the electricity to appear to do the housework with which us housewives are blessed with. I would keep one light burning. The minute the bulb lit, I would rush to finish the chores around the house.
I would joke with my late husband R , “We are having candle lit dinner again”.
He wouldn’t get the joke, “What?”
Daily we had candle lit dinners. Was I a romantic person?
No! It wasn’t that. At the precise moment when we were about to have our meals, the lights would go off. Load shedding would begin. When R became too weak with chemotherapy to start the generator, we started burning candles.
I don’t know when the curse of having no electricity which is a basic right, will be lifted back in home country. When the politicians are being elected, they make promises, but they come to naught.
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Daily Prompt: Litmus, Litmus on the Wall
If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?
Last year in January, I was on a visit to my daughter Nola in Riyadh. We were invited to dinner at a neighbor’s house. I didn’t feel like going, but Nola insisted on my going.
M3 (grand daughter) was carrying a Pumpkin Pie to the neighbor’s home for dessert. Some guests had arrived before us, and others were coming. One guest was accompanied by her mother. We were introduced to each other, and sat together. She was very elegantly dressed in a sari. By her look she must have been 10-15 years my senior in years.
In a few minutes she made me uneasy with her talking, and behavior. Since she lived in the same neighborhood, I tried my best at avoiding further encounters with her.