Long ago in the countryside, farmers would gather in a small hut beneath a coconut tree, right in the middle of the paddy fields. The late afternoon breeze drifted in from the mountains as they paused from their work, settling on wooden benches, pouring a cup of coffee, and sharing fried bananas still warm from the pan.

A simple ritual, yet in that moment, everything felt whole — the quiet, the taste, the laughter carried by the wind