I live in a surburb where the community is large and our houses are "within hearing distance from each other. "Within hearing distance" would be the most accurate way of imagining how close our homes are. If I am in my garden, I actually can smell what the neighours are having for dinner and I am not lying. Once we got the lovely smell of bacon and MartianGirl argues with me, "why can't I have bacon for dinner instead of rice, meat and vegatables which is sooo boring." And if we are truely sticky noses (which we are not), we can actually see what they are eating by peeping over the fence. So it is with much gratitude that I have lovely neighbours on both left and right sides or life would be really misearble.
GismoMan celebrates Deepavali, a festival of lights to remember the victory of good over evil. The festival usually falls in October or November every year. For Divali which we celebrated just 3 weeks ago, my neighbour Jeanny baked us a lovely orange butter cake with lovely peacock icing. The tail of the bird was made to look like a "rangoli," an Indian art made of coloured rice grains or powder drawn at the entrances of homes. She used coloured sugar to make the "rangoli." She even delivered the cake in a beautiful box.
I sent over some Indian sweets and cookies. The kids receive a little money in coloured packets and MartianGirl collected RM 80 this year. She deposited half of the money into her savings account and she will buy some clothes with the remainder.