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Grandmother’s Love
A garden of love my grandma’s heart, Created magic in kitchen her dextrous hands, The aroma of halwa and its magnetic charm, Brought us to kitchen like bees swarm, With every bite from her gentle hands, Wrapped us in comfort a soothing balm, A sprinkle of love her secret charm, Her sewing machine hummed a…
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My Old Village House
My old village house weathered worn, It’s room echoes my aunt’s voice long gone, Memories of my aunt took me to bygone, She chopped the mangoes,mixed spices and cooked it in sun, The rare delicacy as i greedily looked inside pitcher earthen, As i tasted it was good and well seasoned, A curious mixture of…
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