Donning
outfits, having fun
Dinner, wine
and maybe even a morning run
Was on the
cards, but little did I know …
Little did I
know what was to hit me
Little did I
know what was in store
Little did I
know I’ll be light headed and heavy hearted
Little did I
know I’ll keep longing for more …
While the
sun rose and set for two days straight
We stirred
twenty years of marinated stories and emotions
In a big pot
Each cook
taking turn to add in spices
The pot
bubbled and gurgled
Alive with
tales hitherto untold
Buried in
deep corners of the mind, now laid bare
The aroma
wafted, getting us high (the weed less kind)
Each one
eagerly waited for our share …
Finally we sampled
our fruits of labor
It wasn’t
sweet, spicy, savory or tart
It was an
inexplicable finger licking goodness
Guess the
main ingredient was matters of the heart …
Back home I
tried replicating in my kitchen
We didn’t
jot down the recipe in our haste
Everything
went haywire
Now all that
remains is the lingering taste …
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