1 May 2010
The other day, I made a short tour to the 'pasar malam' night market at Brickfields, Kuala Lumpur. I had just finished buying some fruits and made a stop at the biscuit stall. While my biscuits were being packed, a foreign lady with a 2 year old in tow, stopped by the stall . The child looked at me and I smiled at her She was so waif like with curly hair and large brown eyes The mother looked at the pre- packed biscuits , chose one and in halting Malay, asked the seller how much each cost. The seller told her it was RM3.00 and the lady, after a slight pause, put the biscuits back into the box. I was sorely tempted to pay for the biscuits but was not too sure whether I should, for I didn't want her to think that I was doing it out of pity. After all, , everyone has their pride too and God Forbid, I certainly didn't want to offend her dignity in public..... but I soo really wished I could have just paid for her though.....
While these thoughts were going in my mind, ( 'to be do or not to be do , perhaps? ) her two year old spotted a colourful packet of smarties like chocolate and took the brightly coloured foil disc in her hand. The mother quickly grabbed it off her tiny fingers and put it back into the box. The child started to wail as any normal toddler would. The mother admonished the child and carried her off on her shoulder, trying to quieten the child. The child continued wailing, turned her head to me and wailed even more loudly ! The mother kept on walking, oblivious to the child's cry. I looked at the child and my heart almost broke. I was already itching to pay for it even earlier and this was simply too much for me to take.... .... I grabbed the foil disc, told the seller that I'd pay for the chocolates too, ran towards the child as fast as my legs could carry and gave it to her in the hand. . She stopped crying. And the passers by looked when I ran. I felt so conscious. Imagine them looking at a 52 year old woman with a teenage son in tow , running pell mell in a night market street with a chocolate disc in hand ! Totally, totally embarrassing........ but I simply had to do it. The child's face said it all. It was a ' wow' moment for me.
Oh, and I also tried to walk back coolly, pretended not to see any of the onlookers on my way back to the biscuit seller, who was very busy translating the episode in Chinese to her Chinese customers........
My second encounter was with the 'nasi lemak' seller in Shah Alam itself, Section 9, to be precise. ' Nasi lemak' is actually my most favoured dish and this young man , Alif, who mans the stall located near the Secret Recipe outlet, , is the type every mother would be proud of ! Hardworking, polite,with a pleasant disposition and pleasing manners. Alif puts up his stall every evening, rain or shine and he'll usually talk to me about his growing up days as a 10 year old in the kampung. A very nice young man who makes an honest living with an honest days' work. A pity I don't see many other young man of the same calibre. Since I buy 'nasi lemak' practically 4 days out of 7, I meet him quite often .
On my recent visit, as I was buying 12 large packets ( no, I don't eat all of them myself, they were for my son's school mates too ) ,a middle aged motherly Malay lady stood there waiting for her single order. It was drizzling quite heavily and the lady had no shelter, no umbrella and she wanted just 1 packet of nasi lemak..... As I was paying for my food, I asked Alif quietly to include hers in my bill too . I scooted off as soon as I received the change .
The lady didn't look destitute to me and I wasn't doing it for any self glory either,( how much glory can you expect for a packet of food anyway ?). Nor did I do it for her to convey her thanks to me. It was just a bond, from one mother to another, one woman to another and one human to another. Nothing more
Have a beautiful day
Lakshmi