I know what you’re thinking and this post has nothing to do with Agatha Christie or Hercule Poirot. Of course J would say M is for Malaria, Malnutrition, Minerals, Mining, Maoist and More that we have in our part of the state. Today however, M is for Mother’s day, M and (S)M who celebrate(d) birthdays, Music & Miriam Therese Winter – we had DnD over last week and on Sundays we sing lots of Medical Mission sisters songs, MrsK whitewashing a few days ago and some Moulded clay pottery (that’s a bit of a stretch, but Sundays are a good day for Mild hyperbole) from Pondicherry. So for all the wonderful Mothers in the world, Most of all My own, and the Many Many woMen who inspire Me daily – beautiful lines by Miriam Therese Winter:
Night is the promise of Morning, Night holds the key to the dawn
Hope is a Moment embedded with stars that shine when courage is gone.