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Owning Fifty

Loved reading about this woman who became a scuba diver at fifty just because she wanted to. In the paragraphs that form the story, it becomes evident that she had potential that was ignored, undermined or denied. There are always the better informed, more traveled and worldly relatives who can't wait to find fault.

It was only at the age of 45 that Uma revived her interest in painting. “When I started to paint, I felt like I was reborn. Then, I saw a documentary on coral reefs which encouraged me to read more about them. I started painting them and holding exhibitions,” she shares.

Once while speaking on the impact of pollution on coral reefs, she was mocked by one of her cousins. “He asked me if I had seen coral reefs in real life, or how the ocean even looked underwater, or what the colour of the ocean was. Although it appears to be blue and beautiful outside, it’s full of pollution inside. This sparked my curiosity to dive deep into the water,” she adds.

What is so inspiring about the story for me is how Uma held on to her inquisitive spirit, fed her dreams what little she could so they would not completely die. If the core of the person can stay protected despite the odds of their life, then one day at fifty they can turn into scuba divers - as if magically. It takes a tremendous resilience and determination to safer-guard that core, the thing the defines who the person is.

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