My Mother’s Food

GiaB prompt 4: cooking

Mum, whenever I make a chappati, I think of you. Tears come to me so easily when I cook the delicacies of home. I remember all those dishes you cooked, the ones I loved so much. Parathas, samosas, rajma and rice. The colours and the aromas of my favourite foods have me salivating now, just like before. The contrasting of the flavours, which blended so well, were ones that you created with such ease a pinch of this, a pinch of that, you never measured them out. You cooked with eyes and your love and plated those dishes full of warmth for us to eat until we were full but still wanting more. The sweetness, the spice and the savoury, I can still taste them now upon my tongue. One was lifted to a heavenly plain upon eating those morsels of the food. But mother, you are no longer here and I cannot eat that food no more. Alas, I need to recreate them for myself to take me back to those times that I so loved. So, when I make the Indian foods of my childhood, I still think of you.

©Kiran Kumar 10th August 2021 Thank you for reading my poetry🙏

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