*Sngewbha,* listening to the rain on my tin roof. In my kitchen, I know a true solution is like salt in my jadoh rice – it vanishes, you can't tell it’s there. A colloid is like my pork gravy – looks clear but light scatters through it, *ai,* just like the mist on these hills. An emulsion? That’s when I have to stir my oil and vinegar like mad for a salad, and they still separate if I leave it – reminds me of trying to mix my worries with hope for my boy.
For your books, they’ll say look with a microscope. But my life says, look with your ladle and your patience instead.
#random#life
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