Padma sent me this photo of herself and an old schoolmate from their three-day retreat at the Vihara Muladharma Buddhist monastery in Samarinda. She must've swapped her good karma for the camera in her mobile phone despite being instructed by a fat little man with a shaven head and dressed in a saffron robe to use neither.
For twenty-five years she has had the last word in every argument, and anything I said after that was the beginning of a new argument. During her three-day retreat that fat little man with a shaven head and dressed in a saffron rob has had the last word, and Padma kept her mouth shut. Do I have to shave my head and don a saffron robe to keep it that way?
