Sunday, October 31, 2004
No tickling taste buds in Ramadan
I look around me, I look at the Ramadan banquets and opulent feasts every evening at fatoor time and a wishful thought crosses my mind: I miss the days I used to break my fast on a snickers bar and watery coffee from the vending machine in the library basement. Or going to the university’s Islamic society and eating grubby food and feeling like I was in a homeless shelter. Those were the times, when I actually APPRECIATED food, and each mouthful of soggy rice seemed exquisite. Now, it is exquisite food with no taste as your stomach gets overloaded and screams for mercy and the subconscious burdens you with the guilt of the sight of tonnes of wasted untouched food.