i miss my rice

a vietnamese friend said over the phone. he had been eating noodles and duck eggs for the last two days. weather was bad and what can one eat during those times when one is staying inside the school campus?

he asked me if i was cooking the next day. well, he could eat rice at the street cafes and restos but at that moment, it dawned on me he was merely expressing a feeling to a friend. that feeling of longing. only it was not meant for loved ones, but - for rice.



"there is no feast like rice." - a vietnamese proverb