W is for Wary
I've always thought of myself as a carefree person.
Recently, I was jolted into reality by a look from a colleague at lunch: What sort of Indian are you, whimpering at the sight of red flakes on her plate?
My mum always had a theory about capsaicin and its corrosive effect on the intestine lining. This meant that we never ate food worthy of the chili chomping region in India we came from. As a result, besides being made the focus of ridicule from the extended family, I developed a healthy caution to chilies. Now, one sniff of the hot stuff is enough to make me sweat and my eyes water. My life’s a bundle of derision on that topic. Most people I know snicker when I tell them I can’t handle heat in my food. What sort of Indian are you, whimpering at the sight of red flakes on her plate?
That got me thinking....
About all the other things I’m cautious about.
People selling stuff on the subway.
Walking too close to the road-side of the sidewalk.
Walking down a dimly lit alley, alone.
Stepping on other people’s toes. (Literally, if I’m in the local train in Mumbai)
People who smile a lot
People who don’t smile at all.
Trying different foods.
Wary of so many things. What am I trying to protect?