Yesterday my husband and I had our first drawn-out argument. We seldom argue. I’d say we rarely argue. When we do, it’s about stuff like: does this bowl go in the top or bottom shelf of the dishwasher? One of us generously yields; discussion over. Not this time.
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Today I would have been in Pakistan, sitting in the lawn on a sunny afternoon, savoring a cup of Kashmiri Chai with my sister Neena, and bouncing my two-year old grandnephew on my arthritic knee. But it didn’t happen.
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