A Fruit's Worth
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Physalis in a basket
The ten ringgit basket worth of physalis bought from a community supermarket in Bangsar is expensive but to think about how much the Malaysian currency is worth in say, the British pound, that wouldn't have been that expensive is it?
Nonetheless, would the 10 ringgit be well spent if you bought a T-shirt? What if it's a useless T-shirt? Cheap as it may be, a useless T-shirt is still useless, isn't it? So if I bought the basket of physalis and shared it with that special someone, isn't that buy priceless?
The physalis on its own looks just like a dull looking cherry tomato. With its husk, it's like a mysterious fruit, looks inviting. Like a cocoon housing a budding butterfly. You want to know what's hidden inside. That's where the true worth of the fruit is.
How about the husk? What happens when you pluck the fruit off it? It looks like an ordinary looking leaf. But it makes the physalis look delicate and beautiful.
What does this symbiotic attribute of nature say of our link to other people? What's your sense of worth without your significant other? Are you the husk? Or the fruit?