The bittersweet bulb that binds us | The Manila Times
THE sizzle of onions hitting hot oil echoes through my neighborhood in the early morning. I peek out my window to see Aling Linda, the tindera (seller) at the corner, setting up her humble carinderia (roadside food stall). She smiles through watery eyes as she chops a small mound of sibuyas, the pungent aroma already making my stomach grumble.