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Breakfast at home Normally I make do with a piece of toasted bread and a steaming cup of coffee.I call it "dip_dip" as I have to tear a piece of bread, dip it into the coffee and stuff it into my mouth. This was a habit I acquired from my childhood days where butter and jam were luxuries we could ill afford. Sometimes when I need a change I walk down to a stall near my home known as "Hole in the Wall".It got its name as it is actually filling up a hole in the wall between a petrol station and a hardware shop. There a mamak runs a stall selling hot drinks and roti canai, thosai, beehoon and nasi lemak in the mornings.There is a huge tree fronting the stall. It so happened the mamak saw the tree first as a potential that can provide shade for a stall. If it had been otherwise spotted by a Hindu as a resting place for a shrine then there would be a small "temple haram" instead of the coffee stall.The deity had to give in to the needs of the hungry and I end up having to travel three kilometers where there are at least 4 prosperous temples catering to the needs of Hindus worshipping an assortment of deities. These temples are prosperous as they were located in former squatter areas where developers realised they had great real estate potential. Some developers built the temples and handed it over to squatters while in other cases they forked out large sums of money as compensation to the temple committees to relocate the temples away from the buildings. But today was one day when my breakfast needs were to be met without me having to take a walk. My brother rang mr up the previous day saying he will pay me a visit as my sister had arrived and staying with him for a few days.He also promised to bring over breakfast for me the next day. The next day arrived and there was no breakfast at breakfast time. I had no choice but to resort to my toasted bread and coffee. While I was having my first morsel I received a call from my daughter who said she will get me breakfast. Agreeing to it I rang my brother to say I do not need breakfast. He said it is too late to change my mind as he had placed an oirder and he was on his way to collect my breakfast. At about 9.45am my son, daughter,brother and sister arrived with packets of food. My brother's parcel had two rawa thosais, 2 plain thosais, 3 idlis. My sister for her contribution brought a large bun and a "pangkali" roti all the way from Ipoh. My daugnhters packet contained 3 idlis, 2 rava thosais. I shuddered at the amount of food that had been laid out.I would have to spend three days eating the food for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Fortunately my visitors saw my predicament and helped me clear some of the food.Later in the afternoon my son came visiting with a loaf of bread. I had two more visitors that evening. My daughter came with a Turkish bread.

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