Somehow all the buzz and fuss of the festivities reminds me of my childhood. There was a different feeling back then, and I miss that feeling.
I miss the atmosphere of Ramadhan then, specifically being around the kitchen of my late grandmother's house when she and my mother would prepare the buka puasa dishes.
I miss feeling so weak and drained while waiting for the azan.
I miss the fresh smell of rambutan plucked from the trees, turned into juices from the blender my mother just bought when we first had electricity installed at Wan's house.
I miss being greedy with all the buka puasa spread like pengat, kueh talam, rambutan juice, gulai cendawan sisir.
I miss having buka puasa with my parents and siblings.
And I look forward to a sumptuous buka puasa with them when we all get together this Sunday to prepare my mom's famous gulai ayam kampung, my kids favorites - lemang and rendang daging kerbau... Hey, only in my kampung I get to have daging kerbau (buffalo meat), instead of beef!
2 comments:
besss nye..miss kakti nun jauh di negara org..
jgn sedih2 ye..mak n ujek..
I miss buka puasa with mak, apak n all too. UWAAAAAAA!!!! miss raya kat kampung.Miss kecoh2 rebut bilik air dipagi raya.
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