Assalamualaikum, hi everyone. Hope all is well. This week had been a rollercoaster of emotions for me. It felt like every little thing could set me off, and I found myself getting teary-eyed over the smallest of issues. One day, I woke up feeling like I had lost my appetite entirely. It was as if my body refused to cooperate with my desire to nourish it. Despite the lack of hunger pangs, I knew I needed to eat to keep myself going. So, I found solace in repetition, in the familiar comfort of a meal that never failed to soothe me: Nasi, telur mata and kicap manis!
"In the midst of life's storms, let comfort food be your anchor, guiding you through the roughest seas with its warmth and familiarity."
In a small kitchen, filled with the aroma of garlic and soy sauce, I found solace in my simple yet comforting meal: white rice topped with a perfectly fried egg. It was my go-to dish whenever life felt overwhelming, a beacon of warmth and familiarity in times of sadness. As I cracked the egg into the pan, the sound of the shell hitting the surface echoed through the room, a reassuring rhythm that grounded me. The garlic danced in the fragrant oil, releasing its savory essence into the air, mingling with the soy sauce to create a symphony of flavors that tantalized my senses.
With each scoop of rice onto my plate, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, as if the burdens of the day were being replaced with nourishing comfort. The golden yolk of the fried egg, still slightly runny, spilled over the rice like liquid sunshine, infusing every grain with richness and depth. As I took my first bite, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be fully present in the moment, savoring each mouthful as if it were a hug from within. The familiar taste transported me to happier times, reminding me that even in the darkest of days, there was still joy to be found in the simplest of pleasures.
With each bite, I felt my spirits lift, my troubles melting away like snowflakes in the warmth of the sun. And as I finished my meal, a sense of contentment washed over me, filling my heart with hope and gratitude.
For me, white rice and fried egg with garlic and soy sauce wasn't just a meal—it was a lifeline, a source of comfort and strength that helped me navigate the rough seas of life with grace and resilience. And as I wiped the last traces of soy sauce from my plate, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would always find solace in the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal.
As the week went on, my emotions began to settle, like the calm after a storm. And through it all, my steadfast meal remained a constant source of comfort, a reminder that even on the darkest of days, there is still warmth and nourishment to be found in the simplest of things.
Till then.
The above was written as part of an attempt to waste time,
Nadiera Hashim
4:20pm
Kedah, Malaysia.
