• Resilience

    Resilience

    The oxalis

    Last week when I was pottering around the three pots that make up my balcony garden, my heart leapt up as I spotted this single leaf of the Oxalis peeping out.

    Around two years ago, a friend of mine gave me this plant. It wasn’t half as delicate as it looked and despite my indifferent care it soon became two pots of luxuriant Oxalis Triangularis. This pretty indoor plant with its triangular purple leaves has the tiniest white flowers. It is quite unusual and I loved displaying it at the entrance. How I preened when everyone admired their lush got compliments.

    But of course, me being me, had to do something foolish. I asked the building gardener to re-pot them. He did a great job of murdering them instead.

    I looked at the empty pots in the hope that something would sprout. Because the friend who gave it to me had told me that the plant was hardy and thrived in neglect.

    “When you least expect it, it will suddenly pop out,” she had told me.“ So, don’t throw it out, even if you think it is ‘dead.’”

    And, sure enough, after months of dormancy, last week I found a very skinny stem in one of the pots. And two skinny ones in another! They are both growing with other plants and will need to be re-potted in their own pots.

    I wonder if that will have me going down a rabbit hole again.

    The resilient Oxalis growing amidst the coriander

    Till then, I’m keeping fingers crossed that they will thrive and survive, resilience being their key strength.

    Looking for a book to read?

    Look no further.

    Without calling it a resolution, I had made an intention of being a better reader this year. Unknowingly, I got into the habit of binge-watching mindless Netflix programs on my tiny little iPhone!

    What was wrong with me ?

    It was hard to stop watching Netflix on the go. But I managed to read one book this first week of January – The Tell by Amy Griffin.

    The book is not a pleasant story. As the title suggests, it is a tell-all tale. One that concerns a topic that many of us are squeamish about talking.

    Amy Griffin, a smart, successful financial wiz has a secret that she is ‘unaware’ of. For years she suppressed it and didn’t correlate her physical discomfort and strange reactions to certain situations to the secret.

    It was at her husband’s suggestion that she visited a therapist and finally confronted her secret. A secret that was debilitating her. A secret that many people share.

    This book shows her resilience in dealing with her trauma and courage in finally facing her demons. It is not meant for the faint of heart but is a must read. Uncovering your secret and processing the trauma is quite one thing. Sharing it so publicly definitely requires courage of a different kind.

    Ciao

  • The joy of throwing away my high heels

    The Wintet Solstice marks an important change in Nature when the days start becoming longer. Well this solstice marked a change in my life . It was the day I decided to throw away my high heels. For some one who is short and fat this was a bold decision.

    I have always been obsessed with shoes. My clothes may not be trending, but my shoes – they had to be just so. Everything was fine while I was still a kid. Our choices were limited with school shoes being black, tennis shoes being flat soled basic Keds, rain shoes being gum boots that squished and collected water making your toes stink, rubber slippers that we called Hawais which doubled up as bedroom slippers and beachwear and of course a pair of party shoes that were either Mary Janes or Ballerinas. That was a pretty extensive variety of shoes to choose from !

    Luckily, my shoe size didn’t change much so I could get good wear of my shoes for at least a year or two unlike my friends who by 12 were wearing their mums’ shoes !

    It was this slow growth that stopped at UK size 3 that caused all my problems as an adult.

    Very few shoe shops kept a wide range of shoes to choose from. So when I found a shoe that I liked I would buy three of the same .

    Thus my modest collection slowly grew to a dozen or so. And they were in all kinds of heels – wedges, platforms, kitten , block and my pride and joy – 4” high stilettos.

    My joy in wearing stilettos was short lived because I became pregnant soon after. I spent the next ten years looking at them longingly. I didn’t dare wear them with a babe in arms or doing errands in the go.

    So gradually, the stilettos vanished from my shoe drawer. Slowly, kitten heels, and block heels went out of favour. And then the wedges. Last to go were the platforms. Initially, I loved the platforms that gave me height as well as the safety of wearing heels. But gradually I began tottering, walking in the typical rock & roll movement of a fat, aging granny. I was scared my foot would slip and I’d land up with a twisted ankle or worse still a fracture.

    Who was I trying to kid anyways ? My hair was grey and frizzy. I needed a moment to stretch when I stood up from a chair. I was an old granny.

    No amount of heel would disguise my lack of height or create the illusion of slimness. So I decided to give them the boot.

    And I went to the big family do at a swank restaurant where everyone towered over me and enjoyed dancing away in my very flat sensible low heeled slippers .

    Getting rid of my heels made me free to dance. I could walk without wobbling and enjoy myself once more. Free from the bondage of high heels, I could be myself once more.

    Perhaps I should buy some flat sandals or slippers in different colours.

    Ciao

  • The Last Sunday of 2025

    Today is the last Sunday of the year. And it has been quite an eventful Sunday because we had our last Christmas celebration of the season.

    Everybody has just ONE celebration for a birthday or a festival. But in our busy lives and with scattered family, we often have multiple celebrations. Birthdays are often celebrated more than once. Obviously, on the real day, then on a convenient day and sometimes with certain friends.

    Like most celebrations in my life, Christmas too is celebrated many times. Well before Christmas, in early December we had a Sinterklaas visiting us the way he visits the kids in the Netherlands. Ms. Papaya was going away for Christmas so we had Sinterklass visiting our house on the 6th of December.

    We were introduced to this concept by our Dutch colleague who stayed with us early December. On the 6th of December, I found some bits of rolled up paper near the girls’ door. Thinking it was some rubbish I put it in the bin. That evening, Erwin couldn’t help but ask if the girls had got their presents from Sinterklass. Naturally, we didn’t know a thing about this and when he explained that St. Nicholas, or Sinterklass, gave presents to the children in a boot kept outside the door. He also slipped in a $100 bill under their door, rolled up in a piece of paper.

    I went to the garbage bin immediately. I hunted out the paper and gave it to the girls. Of course, they didn’t know what to do with it!

    So before Ms Papaya went on holiday, I gave the Little People their Christmas gifts.

    Later, the Little People had a Christmas celebration at school. Then, they also had a Christmas party with their own friends. Then last week, a cousin hosted us in her house.

    Finally, we had our last Christmas party today.

    Our Own Secret Santa

    After she grew up, Anna Shetty started her own Christmas tradition. She invited the whole family over for a Christmas breakfast. The highlight of the day was the Secret Santa. Normally, she hosts us on Christmas Day itself. Unfortunately, both Little Po and Wow Dinga were unwell this year. So she postponed it to today. Which is why we had an enjoyable Sunday morning opening Christmas gifts. Both boys entertained us with music while we sipped Apperol Spritzers and chit-chatted.

    Then came the opening of the gifts, which was fun as we tried to guess who our Secret Santa was. We enjoyed a hearty brunch of sausages, bacon, croissants, cupcakes, quiche, Christmas cake, and plum pudding. Finally, we wound up with a game of Dare to DING.

    Goodbye 2025

    This will probably our last celebration of the year because New Year’s Eve is like any other night. Since it is the end of the first quarter of this Century, I might make it slightly special.

    Maybe I’ll stay up till midnight!

    Cheers and here’s hoping you have a great 2026.

    Ciao,

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