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“The lotus comes from the murkiest water
but grows into the purest thing”
From ancient times, the
lotus has been associated with purity and beauty as it is difficult to believe
that such a clean and beautiful flower can emerge, untainted by the dirty and
muddy water. As a result of this, the lotus is often mentioned or used as a
symbolism in many religions.
Around 6 months ago, a
friend of mine from Kuala Lumpur visited me, bringing with her a lotus plant.
It was a gift from herself and another friend who initially grew lotuses as a
hobby, which then turn into a business.
At first, I was quite
apprehensive in receiving such a gift as we never had a lotus plant at home
before and I was concern that it will perish from neglect.
My lotus grower friend
however assured me that the lotus plant is quite resilient and that it needed
minimal care.However, he did remind me
to put fertiliser (for aquatic plants) into the pot every 2 to 3 weeks and to
add abate to prevent mosquitoes as I wasn’t keen on rearing fishes.
Whenever the lotus
blooms, it is indeed a beautiful and breathtaking sight. My amateurish
photography skill does not do justice to the plant.Below are some photos of the plant: -
The whole plant is useful: -
·The stems and roots can be eaten as
·The leaves can be used to wrap Chinese
·The flower petals and stamens can be used
seeds can be eaten and made into paste
dried lotus pod can be used as a decoration
tea with the stamens
This is indeed a beautiful
and useful plant to have at home. If you have the space at home, do consider
planting a lotus plant. A big pot can be used if you have limited space.
In my personal view, a
lotus truly represents that no matter how hard life gets or how badly it treats
us; emerging as a better person despite our bad experiences is a choice that we
can make. Don’t ever let bad experiences turn us into a bitter and pessimistic
person. Instead, turn the bad experiences into lessons that help to propel us
into a better future.
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