Memories of the betel-s


My fixation with the object began when my paternal grandma, Mas Binti Mentol (literally translated to Gold daughter of Lightbulb), moved in with us. Tok Mas, as she’s fondly known to her grandchildren, brought along a gobek sirih. A sirih (betel leaf) junkie, grandma would never leave home without it. 

Grandma was in her seventies then and being illiterate television was about the only technology she could relate to. This is because, TV was her main source of entertainment, next to gossiping.

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