Tuesday, September 1, 2015
ABC Letter H for Hindu
I was five when we moved to the Government quarters in Sibu.
There was a Hindu Temple which this building has replaced.
At that time, it was a small building full of mystique. We did not see worshipers or priest. The windows were closed and there were rails above the windows for ventilation. We climbed up to see the many idols there. Outside, there was a well, and somehow, we kids made up a rumour that it was haunted. Some one had drowned there. There were calamansi aka lime trees and the fruits were high up. We climbed up to steal them. There were some gardenia bushes and we stole the buds.
When I grew up, I became a faculty wife. My husband became a university lecturer at Nanyang Technological University. I met other faculty wives, and many are Hindus. The mystique is gone, I became their very good friend. I was invited to a wedding and to their apartments. They like elephants. They do a puja.
I wrote my book," Cry, the Oppressed women." and I based my book on some Hindu women and families.
Photo one is a recent one from my friend Jayalakshmi Saratchandran.