magnificently phlegmatic night arrived,
She adorably loved it when you sincerely applauded her inimitably melodious voice -
which won over prejudice with its naturally articulate tune of love – mesmerized the
fabric of humanity towards an optimistically benevolent tomorrow,
She fabulously loved it when you fearlessly and most gladly traversed with her to the
places she wanted – rendering her the most vibrantly faithful company that she could
ever perceive of – and your artistic wittiness ensuring that she merrily jostled towards
undefeated positivity,
She unquestionably loved it when you kissed her – and the enamoring sweetness of
your togetherness – which then propounded a unique proposal infront of the world –
that which was of the , Religion of humanity ,
But inspite of all this – she would still hate you if you didn’t say the real thing pretty soon – those majestically unconquerable words to solemnize your sincerity and truthful relationship – those unmatched pearls of joy which were one of the most ultimate mortal gifts in a girl’s existence – those blissfully bonding words that so gloriously resuscitated the various desolate pathways of life – those alphabets which were ofcourse – I Love you .
26. BECAUSE SHE HAD MADE MY FOOD WITH LOVE .
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 .
The End .
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