Chapter 1: Of rice fields and rice wine
Chapter 1: Of rice fields and rice wine “The world’s moving super-fast. Each day is technologically superior to the previous. Yet, we are increasingly finding it difficult to maintain a balance in our hearts, that balance and the simplicity of life. When I started my travel, I didn’t know what exactly I was seeking. And as my feet got restless in Saigon, I felt need of a big experience. But as I carried on, I realized that it’s the little things that matter, small acts of kindness that make this whole world our home” - an excerpt from the notes, Mekong Delta, Vietnam, January 2014 Rice fields of Mekong Delta “It is so quiet”, I heard Mijung whisper from behind, as if afraid to break the tranquility of the place. A lazy stream ran to our right, its water reflecting the green tinge of the water coconuts. A small boat tied to a bamboo gave jerks, sending ripples on to the surface of the water. A dragonfly hovered over those ripples. And apart from a bird that sang t...