Green Papaya Carrot Soup for Elders

Soup season may be coming up with multiple Soup kitchens mushrooming. Whoever I ask for going out these days seems to be recovering from illness. So perhaps this is a good time to talk about “In Sickness and in Good Health”.

My hypochondriac husband and in laws shoved me out of my home when I was ill and recovering from multiple health issues. Let’s see if they remember anything from the past when Proustian quotes abound about no point in “Remembrance of Things Past” to encourage more escapism.

Why Green Papaya Carrot Soup

It’s way past logical sense and sensibility to remind others, that he is unable to do his required work as a husband/partner. He has escaped multiple times with various stories about ill health to then go and party on beaches with drinks, smokes and of course other indulgences.

He and his family attended various reunions in the company of friends and family to enable his stories about being sick and incapable of performing necessary duties in life.

Such role models need to stop singing songs about being “Mistreated” or “Whipping Post” and go to the Post Office now.

Santa Claus is doing the work that he was supposed to do and left it to others instead so that he could go and cry on shoulders about injustices.

Did anyone make Green Papaya Carrot Soup for you?

Let’s see if anyone remembers when I first returned to my hometown, I found many drunkards and menacing characters lying on the roads where I went for early morning or evening walks.

I left to try finding work in another city and that was what I saw again. When I travelled to the US this summer- this was again lurking in the shadows.

Does this picture evoke any deeper feelings? Perhaps it does for bleeding hearts in many countries. Since I did not cry out in fear, agony or belligerent indignation- it went unnoticed by many.

The authorities removed some of these people from the parks, or the roads. But what is it like to live with someone like that who then goes takes a bath in his mother’s home or a rented apartment to appear perfectly fine to the outside world where he claims grave injustices done to him.

Am I talking about my irresponsible husband or in laws?

My alcoholic brother/s?

My drugged out elderly mother? Or some other people here?

Is TV or mobile phone healthier than sleeping pills addiction?

Chopping the veggies for Green Papaya Carrot Soup

I have no clue. I found people who seemed to me like this picture may seem to others. They may live in cleaner homes, with better furniture or even bigger bank balance than the photo suggests, but the way they prescribed healing was like this.

Throw the woman out to face this repeatedly in real life while they sat in the comfort of their homes. Blame her for not doing anything and hide.

Send divorce or eviction papers and then sit down to watch everything break down gloating over “power games” over human lives.

Am I making a point? Or am I making a point.

Boring Old Green Papaya Carrot Soup

Here’s a job list of simple things to help ground people who are “too creative”. Sharing my learning after I spent more than 4 years to have a roof over my head. This was as a necessity after my callous husband and in laws evicted me from my home on false pretext.

I couldn’t tell my uncaring husband or in laws who went to enjoy themselves in various places after giving different concocted stories to various people how horrible they actually were in real life.

So, here’s my little story book for such champions of world class respect demanding inhuman robotic selfish beings. I was unable to comprehend the scale or magnitude of injustices done by them. My message to others fooled like me:

It is time to go to the cemetery or the ghaats where bodies are buried or burnt.

Do yourself a favour and book it for yourselves now. They have done this 3 times in a row with 3 sets of women and her family with callous indifference. They don’t need therapy- you need therapy for believing them.

Learnings while making Green Papaya Carrot Soup

I don’t have the time to feel sorry for others. I don’t have the energy to feel sorry for myself right now. Festivals reminded me of gloom and doom – every attempt of mine to create something was discarded later as just unnecessary drama.

In fact, it was just used as a fuel for firing egotistical showing off of how that could be done better or perhaps not done at all. You sat and did nothing to help. You inflicted trauma on people who trusted you to try to escape from your own traumas and dramas.

Your parents and you abandoned your responsibilities to then go and celebrate so that others suffer for the mistakes YOU made in life.

Do you think a song suffices as a birthday gift when this is the list of work to be done for the woman who you mistreated?

Then the short answer is- there is no love, there is no music, there is no poetry. There’s only unfinished work left by morons like you. That’s perhaps a simple way to tell you- really get a certificate for insanity first yourselves.

I travelled to keep a few promises because I have no clue how long I will live in this cruel world which encourages so-called humans like you.

There is Art, there is more scope for Travel-there is definitely scope for improvement for all including myself as far as Food and Cooking is concerned.

Adapted for Soup Kitchens

But at this point, Thanksgiving or Christmas seems like a bit of a farce given the number of injustices you doled out to make them happen. And definitely, there are children who deserve better in life.

Those children are not the entitled examples you are creating for the benefit of social media postings. They look beautiful, they talk beautifully and they have impeccable manners for sure.

But scratch a bit beneath the surface and you may see the ugly side of their selfish behaviors when all they remember is to smile and then take the gifts from Uncle/Aunty Santa or Scrooge depending upon their mood. And then break into horrible temper tantrums when they are denied what they want/need.

Green Papaya Carrot Soup with a touch of Herbs and Spices

How would you feel if you were put inside a prison cell for multiple days to enable the freedom of lying, cheating and whoring men or women?

How would you feel when everything you built is destroyed for the sake of luxuries and comforts of those who preached about the right to infidelity to escape from their own responsibilities?

What is it that is left to be done?

Nothing much actually for you- because with people like this, we only wish for early deaths. We hope this dark phase gets over soon to help a few who have actually worked to build a brighter future for self and others. Those who really stuck through what we call difficult times or hard times “In Sickness and in Good Health” to enable more justice in this world of adulting.

Is this being read by adults or by children? I don’t know to be honest.

But I do hope there’s still some hope left for those who were genuinely adults and worked on themselves to move forward in life. I observed they did something good beyond the petty squabbles and skirmishes left in the wake of politics, philosophy and so-called gamesmanship/ sportsmanship which were easy escape routes from urgent work that needed to be done.

Nostalgic Memories inspiring Green Papaya Carrot Soup

Green Papaya and Carrot soup is a reminder for many of us that some teenagers were saddled with adulthood very early in life due to the circumstances they found themselves in. I count myself as one of those unfortunate people.

Why? That’s a whole different story.

Taking care of yourself when you are sick is an important rite of passage into adulthood. Taking care of others when they are sick is another side of the same coin. Care is often misunderstood. I faced abuse by elderly people early in life. I developed a different perspective on respect to be given to elders.

But this little recipe is not a very difficult one to understand. Nourishing food- easy to digest and definitely suitable for a diverse range of people.

Leftovers for Green Papaya Carrot Soup

I wish there was chicken soup for the soul- but Seoul connections are currently unavailable for Korean drama loving Mamas. This is vegetarian and you may even call it vegan if you skip the butter or ghee because guess what- you may have to deal with a number of sick people with allergies.

At one point I was allergic to the chicken bones which has more waste hidden in stockpile.

I have personally been able to move beyond those sensitivities today- but doesn’t mean that I don’t remember or care. We will share more later. For now, this recipe is a special one as a birthday message to many sick elderly people.

Here goes a little bit of carrots to remind us again that winter root vegetables maybe just the thing for a few rabbits hopping here and there in search of Peter, Mary, Paul and Jenkings.

Sharp Spices in Green Papaya Carrot Soup

You think you encouraged life by abandoning your wife? You encouraged dowry deaths by threatening her with more abuse. (That’s what you did, btw).

So, for all the men and women out there with righteous tears for their loved ones while wringing their hands when it came to actually helping them out- here’s my message.

Do go ahead and die. Cowards die many times before their death as they say.

Your acts of valiant defiance were acts only. Narcissism disguised as righteous anger. What did you actually do when it came to fulfilling simple things which needed to be done?

You went on long walks to freedom and then paraded your ego around with others by filling up your accounts. I am not fooled by such people’s miserable tales when all they did was try to dupe, cheat and loot.

For more than 5 years I cried about the injustices done to me and who heard me? Nobody.

Unfulfilled promises and Castaway Stories

I was asked to do silent meditation, go to ashrams, go to hostels, go to wherever so that YOU could be left in peace.

And then you send me letters of regret wishing me peace. Seriously? Is that what you really wanted? Or you just wanted to sleep your lazy ass out and pretend to be a gentleman to others?

Asking this question again to self-serving narratives of storytelling elders and youngsters.

Patience– time heals everything. Like let time heal the open gap between your legs and suddenly make you a man. Does that work?

In your misguided world of narcissistic assholes- YOU are a woman, and YOU receive a bill to work like a man by men who sit, laugh and gossip. What does that make them? I wonder.

Betrayal from Loved Ones for their own bowl of Green Papaya Carrot Soup

I was made to buy life insurance covers for a life that has them as beneficiaries.

Voila- problem solved!

You die- these lazy men and women who went out of their way to make things so difficult for you, gain. You pay for their lives- they demand respect by ensuring your dowry death. Slowly, painfully and miserably.

We call it some kind of woman slaughter. Should I make this in bold, italics and different font colours? This cuts across religions and social strata btw. So I am not really trying to cross any boundaries there in terms of finger pointing.

Have I shared the recipe, yet? No? Ok here goes.

This is especially good for privileged elders during their cold winter months. I was charmed by the wit of hooligans when younger. Today, do take a deeper look at this sobering written narrative instead of skipping straight to the recipe below. That’s my request.

Footnote

There was once a story about how there was immense struggle

By women who subjugated others to take pride on the stage

And then left to abandon their responsibilities to others

These others were products of their own doing

Sometimes Baby Jesus, sometimes irresponsible Losers

Really depended on whether they gained.

Mother Mary, I’m sorry I saw through that trick long back

Your shyness or boldness was carefully modulated

And your lies were developed through years of practice

I am not here to pay for actors or actresses

Nobody worked on themselves- they only pushed on others

Truly partnerships, friendships or trust is not built on lies

It is built slowly over the years through really being there

For the ones you love. Since you weren’t there for me

I assume- I am not your blessed child.

Irrespective of many pronouncements of love- what I feel is simple.

It was to tell others that their selected manchild was Jesus Christ.

Unfortunately, I got crucified and I am not a manchild

So- tell me again that little warm heart-wrenching story

Because there are too many storytellers today in this universe

Sending my version of love from our homes to yours.

Sometimes it can be a little bitter if your spices are burnt

And you left a lot unattended to go and feel like you earned.

Respect is not due to those who disrespected

Hence, I am a little sorry today to offer this miserable tale

Of many men and women who used others to regale.

Melting Lemon Drop 16. 11. 2025