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Depending on our dispositions, a durian evokes extreme reactions of dislike or delight.
My dad used to pick wild durians from the jungle to sell or bring home.
We kids would huddle around him on the kitchen floor as he admired the fruit of his labour before splitting it open for us.
A durian tastes best when shared.
And as far as I know, when in season, the durian is the only fruit that commands its own set of tables & chairs for its consumers.
Last night after nearly 20 years, I had my first alfresco durian in Singapore with two important men of my childhood, my brother & my uncle.
My brother was my first sibling and first childhood companion. He was my first chinese chess opponent and my first pupil when we played classroom.
My uncle was the first person who got me to copy out the full lyrics of “Massachusetts” by Bee Gees when I was in primary 3. That exposure to English words may have sparked my interest in writing & developed spelling accuracy almost unconsciously.
As uncle, nephew & niece chatted over the sweet delight under the moon, the trusted durian seller discreetly served another fruit to bring the celebratory evening to a sweet ending. 🙏
Lisa Ong 