Monday, April 20, 2020

Garam Masala

Day-20 NaPoWriMo-2020
Prompt: Hand made gift
Form: Loop Poem


                                                                      Pic: Sunita Prasad-garam masala


Affections,
affections cannot be measured
measured in money or gold
gold is hidden in small gestures.

Love is carved
carved with delicate designs
designs on a bonded tapestry
tapestry of a sweet rhyme.

I carry this gift of nostalgia
nostalgia of aromas
aromas of tender affections
affections of my loved ones.

It enhances whatever I cook
cook throughout the seasons
 seasons filled with precious memories
Memories stored in a tight jar.





( This is a gift, homemade garam masala, from my aunt when I visited home in January, after two long years. It will last me for more than a year( the pounded one). I usually visit my hometown once a year.)













4 comments:

  1. Aah! This is lovely, Sunita! The smell is heavenly!

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    1. Hahahaha...It was very late, Punam. I didn't know what to write. The masala was in the fridge and boom!I went ahead and wrote about it :D Thank you very much for passing by :)

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  2. Wow!! Indulging in the aroma of garam masala!����

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    1. Hahahahaha...well, well! You know how precious it is for us. Goans cannot survive without their homemade garam masala :D Thank you for dropping by :)

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