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Momentary Memories.




A decision made within seconds without hesitation. Cheesy Maggi, a cup of tea, and a jam and cream-filled bun for tea time. As I took a five-minute walk from the main gate to the tea shop with my friends, cars raced past, a blur of motion against my life of stillness.

I ate with my friend at V and V after class. We had chicken noodles and momos, washed down with a blue lime drink that still puzzles us. Why was it blue? We didn't find the answer, but maybe we didn't need to. Sometimes, the mystery adds to the moment.

I also tried chocolate with salt. The unexpected mix was surprisingly delightful. It's funny how spontaneous decisions can bring so much joy. I didn't plan on liking it, but I did.

Something I did plan on liking was the extremely sour and mouth-watering combination of a slightly unripe lime and some salt. As you can tell, we had a tin of salt next to us. It was simply perfect, my cheeks digging in as I smiled and twitched at the extremely sour combination.

Life often feels like a series of planned events. That's one thing I wanted to change this year. Maybe I've had one too many cafe visits and maybe I've only been seeking out food as I leave for any place. But it's for sure much more than I ventured out last year.

There's something about seeing local food shops and places, the lives that surround it, and how they live their day-to-day. It's always widely different from your own. Everything is different.

To map out our days, follow schedules, and stick to familiar paths is easier and comforting. But it's the unplanned moments that often leave the most lasting impressions.

I'm not telling anyone to make drastic shifts in their life, of course. It's just about seeking out what you're curious about, letting yourself explore. The world is huge. You don't have to take a plane ticket to experience something different. Some small shift might just be able to do that for you.

There are those pockets of spontaneity reaching out to you in the midst of your daily tasks. Accept it sometimes. Maybe you might get a mysterious blue lime too.

Life isn't limited to what we see; there's so much we don't. Whether it's because we don't want to see it or because we're too busy, maybe it's time to open our eyes.

Not to view others' lives like they're zoo animals, but to understand. It's not about the food you eat; it's the story behind it, the people who eat it whether it be because their train is late or maybe because that's their usual spot. Maybe because it's all they can afford.

The art of observation without perversion, as I mentioned before, extends toward having a conversation and understanding people. It's about the connections you make without intending too. It starts off with complaining about the price of the tea, but you might find a friend in that conversation too.

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