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)