A Trip to the Cold Store

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Today I went to the cold store, which is a short walk from our home. I take the lift down to the parking structure and use my garage door opener to open  the shuttered door. Then I walk out of our building, across an alley, and into another building, through a long hallway and out the other side, turn the corner, pass one store front and go into the next, a small store that has fresh fruits and veggies, milk and juice, and everything else a tiny grocery store could have. One of the beautiful things about Bahrain is there are no food deserts. Everyone has access to cold stores in their neighborhoods.

We go to our little store regularly to return our empty five-gallon drinking water jug to trade for another one. We buy a few groceries as needed–fresh okra, green beans, wilted grapes when they are the best-looking fruit, or something needed for a recipe like canned mushrooms or whole coriander seeds.

Today, though, I only needed a full water bottle. I was being kind to my husband because at his age those bottles are not easy to carry, especially in this weather. Today the high was 108 degrees and the humidity was 63%. It’s the kind of weather that makes my glasses steam up for half or more of the walk to the cold store.

Fortunately, the store employs some young men who make deliveries. One of them, a new guy I hadn’t met before, came and helped me by carrying the water bottle to our flat. Then I had to go back down to close the garage door behind him.

“Have you been to Kerala yet?” he asked as we rode down the elevator.

“No, not yet–but I definitely want to go and stay in a houseboat in the backwaters.”

“It’s beautiful. Be sure to go to Meesapulimala, too,” he said, as I opened the garage door again.

“Esapaalimalay?” I said, trying to mimic any consonant or vowel sounds I heard and keep them in fairly the same order. I had no idea what he was saying. Later I read about it and I realized all the many things I still don’t know about Kerala, a southern state in India where a lot of my friends are from. There is a Ghat mountain range; this is the second highest mountain in the western Ghats; it’s 8,724 feet high. So many beautiful places I have never seen, never thought about, never wondered about. Even though I have a bachelors degree in geography, I have never learned anything about the physical geography of India.

Meesapulimala,” he repeated.

Then I took my phone out. I let him take it from me as I fumbled with even knowing what letter to put in first. He typed in trekking at Meesapulimala. 

I thanked him, said goodbye and came home to look up some of the images and experiences you can have hiking in southern India.

I am constantly amazed that the world is such a big and beautiful place.

Also, I’ve been thinking of this young man, who has left his home country and works in a cold store in the Middle East, probably sending money home to his family. He is at least bilingual. Maybe trilingual or who knows how many languages he can speak.

In other news today. My husband and I were discussing a reading about King Hezekiah in Isaiah 39. The king made some leadership blunders. God made a prophecy through Isaiah that explained all the bad things that were going to happen to Hezekiah’s offspring and lineage. His response: “The word of the Lord you have spoken is good.” For he thought, “There will be peace and security in my lifetime.”

It made us think of the resident of the White House. I wrote this haiku:

Hezekiah trump
architect of disaster
“but I will have peace”

Photo by aki kp on Unsplash

 

 

10 thoughts on “A Trip to the Cold Store


  1. So many thoughts about this lovely slice. We had a neighborhood grocery when I was a kid. I miss the simple market and the goodness of it. I love the haiku and biblical application to Trump. You know what I think about that guy. Our world is vast and beautiful. The lives of those who live so far away are beautiful. We in the US are so wrong in our collective attitudes and ignorance of the world. Thank you, Denise. I love this slice.


    1. Oh, thank you, Glenda. Yes, I couldn’t help but think of the privileges and prejudices that I have, me monolingual and lucky. Ignorant of so much! Thank you so much for stopping by.


  2. I adore this line, “I am constantly amazed that the world is such a big and beautiful place.” What a wonderful sliver of the world you are seeing – love the image of “cold stores,” and a refillable large water bottle…environmentally brilliant, truly. Every neighborhood with a cold store – this is beyond reasonable. Loved how amiable the delivery man was, that he engaged with you and vice versa, and how you had this sweet moment together, discovering a new place to see in our big world. Loved this slice! I totally enjoyed your fun haiku!


    1. Thank you, Maureen. Yes, I love your comment “this is beyond reasonable.” One of the other lovely things here is that bread is subsidized by the government. So a piece of flatbread, baked fresh in front of you, costs about 5 cents.


  3. I have been to Kerala, and it is a beautiful place. India is such an interesting mix of people and places, so there is a little bit for everyone. I enjoyed reading about your daily life in the Middle East. thank you for sharing it.


    1. I hope someday I get to see Kerala. At one point in 2019, I actually thought this summer was going to be the time to go. But the little microbe had other plans for us.


  4. I was intrigued by the “cold store.” What a great slice!

    India – a country of so many possibilities!

    Thanks for the reminders!


    1. Thank you, Fran. Yes, the cold stores are really mini supermarkets, with similar prices or even sometimes less expensive. So much more than our 7 Eleven markets in the U.S.


  5. I echo the other responders, Denise. People who are lucky to travel are the luckiest. You, too, live in a place different from your birthplace. That’s the greatest experience of learning there is, greater than geography, embracing all humanity. When you travel in an adopted country, you’re not just a tourist; you’re a compatriot. Terrific Slice (and don’t get me started about Hezekiah and Trump’s affinity!)


    1. Patricia, thank you. I like the way you said that, “When you travel in an adopted country, you’re not just a tourist, you’re a compatriot.” It has been a once-in-a-lifetime joy to share our lives with Bahrainis and others from around the world who are living and working here, as well.

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