sweat, grit and smiles.
hands down, exploring the street markets of Yangon still to this day sparks joy inside of me. I remember being overwhelmed by the pungency, colours and the variety in vegetables I've never even seen before! Shamelessly fascinated by the new found ingredients, locals gleamed with pride and welcomed my curiosity.
Was that a fruit? Surely its a root vegetable? Man.. this smells funky, and this one is quite sour! damn, that lady is fully going at it with the knife. I like her.
'sister! mingalaba! try it! good!'
There's a certain joy everyone feels when we receive food, yes. but... when it's from people teeming with excitement and vibrance just from the five initial seconds of interest you've handed over to them? It's like you heard me, saw me and felt me, and I felt so visible to the unknown.