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Because She Had Made My Food With Love.
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Tuesday, March 15, 2016    Rated "G" by the Author.
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 It definitely wasn't because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non - existent bit, 

 
It irrefutably wasn't because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a
princely charm to swoon for - the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue
salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact, 
 
It intransigently wasn't because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly
exhausted and famished - prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as
the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home, 
 
It dogmatically wasn't because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course - suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth, 
 
It irretrievably wasn't because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned its periphery - making it resemble a platter served in the choicest of castles and to the most magnificently invincible of Kings and Queens on planet earth, 
 
It certainly wasn't because it triggered an optimistically artistic desire of sketching
unparalleled beauty around you - with its lavishly grand helpings sensitively strewn and blended raw with rustic fruit, 
 
It intractably wasn't because of its astoundingly rich nutritious value highly
recommended by the best in their respective fields - that could wonderfully replenish
and gorgeously harness the deteriorating bones of aged existence, 
 
It truly wasn't because its enamoring recipe had won virtually every conceivable
International award and felicitation - before pompously filling in the barren recesses of the famished plates laid rather nonchalantly on the dinner table, 
 
It irrevocably wasn't because of hype and mystery enshrouding it that had culminated
perseveringly as the day had unveiled - with inconspicuous tid - bits and chatter from
family members of what was in store for supper adding exorbitantly to the already
charged up atmosphere, 
 
It earnestly wasn't because it had thrown monotonous strictness out of the window - as the most sonorously disciplined of adults - ravenously indulged into tearing it apart into minuscule pieces of digestion - before eventually swallowing it with unabashed glee, 
 
It simply wasn't because it profoundly inspired you to become a poet - interweave and embody verse of the highest perceivable imagination in praise of its compassionate aura; dainty structure; texture and transiently adorable charm, 
 
It sagaciously wasn't because of the impromptu occasion that transpired because of it
being gloriously laid - as members of the family rejoiced and reveled in each other's
company sitting across the table - as the night unfurled in its majestically voluptuous
color, 
 
It obstinately wasn't because of the uninhibited feast that it provided to fantasizing
entities around - as they experienced sheer tranquility after having consumed it -
pacifying the most ethereal of their apprehensions with the enrichment of taste, 
 
It solidly wasn't because of the spectacular vitality that it permeated the lividly
exasperated body with - the same physical form which had decayed into a disheveled
heap a little while ago - out of sheer agony and hunger triggered by the parasitic
meanness of the mortal world, 
 
It undoubtedly wasn't because of the goodwill and extraordinary hospitality that it
successfully generated - even as the uncalled for neighborhood urchins were
fantastically drawn towards it and ate it; as if there wasn't going to be a meal in near
future, 
 
It incorrigibly wasn't because of the flattery and the untainted adoration that diligently
admired my hard work - to be able to earn such a succulent princely spread of eatery at the fag end of the assiduously hard earned day, 
 
It promisingly wasn't because of that contented handshake that came from the other
side as soon as the meal got over - rendering me in indescribable rhapsody as all
measly past differences with my friend were now resolved - and this is exactly what a
thoroughly reinvigorating meal had the power to do, 
 
It really wasn't because it was a part of that sporadic celebration that happened in
moment of joyous triumph - bringing distant family and outsiders irrespective of caste, creed, color and tribe - to relish the marvelously salubrious chunks of home cooked delicacy, 
 
But I merrily had it, relished it, romanticized about it, savored it to absolute glory -
because she had made my food with love.

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