Monday, March 28, 2016

Dear Aunt



Newcomers unacquainted with the region would be unheeding, puzzled and understandably quite ignorant. The incident is worthy of record.
         Lovely old auntie come up to the table as usual for Hallo. Two dozen plus/minus shared words fails to curb the warm good-will and pleasantry with this lovely Dear. 
         Have you eaten?
         Shopping done?
         Off to the Haig then to meet my pal.
         Usual high, or medium high-five instigated by the author on this occasion. 
         Why, though, does the old sweet Love hesitate to present her palm, slowly untangling it from the arm of her bulging shopping-trolley where added plastic bags are mounted and a brolly poking up? Why particularly when her left hand is free and unencumbered? It is she who normally offers the palm first.
         Ah! There dear Reader indeed does lie the rub. And by no means a triviality either. Nooooo. The mature, serious reader interested in cultures and ways of life, who does not scroll through blogs searching out titillating pictures of exotic landscapes and costumed natives, one whose interest has been pricked by this community on the equator recently emerged from the forest and jungle on the one hand and indentured labour on the other, might find the answer in a Post of two years ago titled Hard Lessons: Sharia in Brunei, June 2014.
         (Forgive the tease please.)

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