Just finished reading Hako no Naka by Konohara Narise. My feelings are really muddled right now. Regret reading it a little, but I am glad that I have. It was sad and it hurts. But it was beautiful. It was beautiful and it made me happy but it was also very sad. It was filled with happiness but it was life and life is not a fairy tale. At the end, I had tears in my eyes and confusion in my heart and am unable to say anything.
Today, I bought salmon sashimi from an upscale supermarket near the place I take Japanese lessons. After pulling off the plastic wrapping, I directly poured the shoyu into a corner of the container. The thing is, the shoyu disappeared really quickly. I thought the fish absorbed the sauce but the taste was still too weak so I poured in another packet.
IT WASN’T UNTIL I WAS DOWN TO THE SECOND LAST SLICE THAT I REALISED THERE WAS A LIQUID ABSORBING PACK UNDERNEATH THE SHREDDED RADDISH TO KEEP THE SASHIMI FRESH.
I feel so stupid now.