(Updated Version)
Every year, those mandarins start rolling in like
an unexpected gold rush. You know the drill- people you barely see suddenly
become your best friends, just as their surplus of mandarins is about to turn
into compost. They play it sly, waiting until they’ve exhausted all other
options and then “generously” pass on the citrus burden to you. It’s a guilt
trip wrapped in orange peel, hitting all the right notes of “Indian sentiment,”
though oddly enough, you’re never on their invite list for Chinese New Year festivities.
Ah, cultural quirks in Malaysia! It’s a dance of exchange and expectations. Deepavali might have you knee-deep in preparations and guests, but when it comes to Chinese New Year, you get the oranges and the occasional cookie—no dinner invites or grand feasts for you.