By Salman J. Choudhury
It was a sunny day, like usual. With scorching heat, the subtle wind traversing between people’s hair, the singing of the bird right around the house, and the loud cars speeding through the road, but all I could hear was the rice cooker in the kitchen waiting to be opened.
POP POP POP PSSST, my face would light up out of excitement, and my belly would growl, wondering what would be today’s food.
I would run over seeing my mother waving at me to come over; any ordinary person would see vegetables as how they are, but I could see them dancing and smiling with joy as if they were alive.
I look over to the side, seeing the cucumber running around with lettuce acting as a scarf for him. Right next to him, I’d see the tomato’s blushing till his last breath while the others were enthusiastic about being alive.
Sitting at home and reminiscing about the smell, all of these feelings come rushing back to me, wishing I could stay a kid forever.
