Magical March Abracadabra
The Homemade Love
An illustration about homemade pickle

The magic is simple a pinch of this and that on the handful of chopped mangoes sundried and tendered with care.
That’s all it needs to make the pickle of green mango which reminds me of home. The recipe is of my mother who has been doing the same for decades and passing the same to us.
The magic is simple while cooking all we need is love but to end this poem all I need to say is ..ABRACADABRA..
Now that I have kept two bottles of homemade pickle in the balcony to trap the magic of sun rays, I am just hoping that they taste the same like those pickles which my mom has been making. This again is a nostalgia for me.
Special thanks to Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar and Lubna Yusuf for the invite to write for the prompt. You can read their amazing poems here —
Special thanks to the editors of Paper Poetry publication for the prompt —
