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When Hari Raya was a bowl of soba on a Japanese mountain
Alone and far from home, I missed the connections to people on the day of celebration and forgiveness.
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Hari Raya is a time for connections, whether it be with people who you like or otherwise, says the author.
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Nurshahiylia Sidin
A bowl of soba noodles. Some miso soup on the side. Oolong tea. And outside my window, if you slant your gaze just right, were the peaks of a mountain that peered up over the rooftops.
Shift it just a little more, and you can also see daikon simmering on the stove. The farmers nearby had passed some to me recently, and I intended to turn it from its stubborn, unyielding form to tender slices that melted in the mouth.
