Awake in a room beside a narrow brook one morning, I put T-shirt and pants on my body, a pair of sandal on my feet. With my backpack and sunglasses, I start my day in Damnoen Saduak, about 100 kilometres away from Bangkok, when the hot season just begins in March.
Not far from the room that I rent near the brook, a rice noodle booth stands beside the lane. The lady who owns the booth waves to me as I am walking closer and closer like every other morning I did.
“One bowl of rice noodle, one cup of coke full of ice cubes as always, please!” This is my routine menu for breakfast; the booth lady can cook it for me in less than 5 minutes. A simple breakfast electrifies my day at the beginning.
Shopping along the Damnoen Saduak Floating Market is the next step after the breakfast, the most important part of my day. Vendors are paddling their little boats, filled with lotus, jasmines, lychee, pineapple, papaya, bananas, mangos, and watermelons, tangerines on and on. Monks in yellow ropes are regular customers in the floating market. Shopping always comes along with chatting with them.
I become regular too along this brook since I moved here a month ago. Jasmines, mangos, lemongrass, curry powder, coconut milk are my favourites. For the rest of my day, time will be spent cooking mango with sticky rice, the famous Thai dessert and two meals of curry chickens.
Jasmines are also a necessity. Monks buy it to devote to their Buddha; I use them to decorate my room and keep it scented. After doing all the shopping, reading books, writing fictions, and travelling stories in a jasmine-scented room mixed with curry smell, near a small brook is a perfect and peaceful day for 60-year-old me.