For a long time she stared into the pan of frying goodness. It has been some time since she decided to relive the golden memories of fried rice.

It was the summer of no worries, warm, breezy and full of experiences. Free-floating, unoccupied and Bohème. Who knew that only a couple of years later many things would be different.

The onions now went from their white state to a the golden and crispy deliciousness she got to know in that summer. “Why is it always the summers that I remembered so distinctly, so positively?”, she asked herself while stirring around in the oil.

She could still feel the wind in her hair, the sun kissing her cheeks. It was a sight to behold and a scene to be cherished forever. What is left now despite this recipe for sizzling onions leading to a golden mountain of rice?

While spraying the mountain with a dash of hot Chili Sauce, she decides to step out and live for another summer.

“But first, let me sizzle in the sun for a bit. With my sunglasses on, rice on my belly and sweet music playing in the back. Let’s sizzle.”