that dont impress me much


when i was 16. i used to go “oooooooooh” over women who pronounced french words the french way, while speaking english. eg. a pince-nez, grand prix, renaissance etc

i thought it showed their pedigree. and i wanted to be their slave for life and join whichever finishing school they went to.

now. at 32. these are what i go “oooooooh” about…

—> when a woman tells me she can milk a cow. and that her cows yield about five to six litres of milk at a milking session.

—> when a woman volunteers to sit on the floor, at an informal party because all chairs filled with guests

–> a woman who learned swimming, by swimming in the river

___> a woman who can find and change the fused bulb in our fridge

—> a woman whose dog accompanied her to her village school (3 kms one way)

___> a woman who can make 250 samosas in 2 days

__> a nurse who slowly removed the sticky bandages off my bloodied blood clotted middle finger, while being gentle, kind and v.v.skilful

__> a woman whose first baby died, when he was just 9 hours old. and how she cries alone. everyday. in his memory. for the last six years. and she wipes away her tears before her 4 year old can see.

__> a secretary who bought eight expensive perfumes to give away for christmas, but gifted them to her friends and family before October

(all these women … i have met here in KL)


18 responses »

    • finger looks fine/ doesnt look chopped or maimed anymore…
      it’s still tender and more sensitive to pain…
      but ok on the whole
      thanks shruti!

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