Why I love Burma

I spotted some ladies grooming their friend’s hair and looking for head lice. Reminds me of similar scene from my childhood growing up in India. Women would sit outside the house and the mother, sister or a neighbour would be busy combing the hair and looking for the evil lice. When they find one, they would crush it between the nails of their thumbs. I liked the “tick” sound when that happened. Things in Burma always evoke nostalgia.