Fluffy rice, the tangy lime pickle the tip of your tongue licks, the hastily prepared salad
Taste like home, the comfort of familiarity and acceptance flavour them all.
Hot steamy rice, spicy tender chicken, and the sweet surprise of pineapple and cream
Under the dim light of a candle on a cold star kissed night where my grandmother’s hands
Skillfully maneuvered the food into every open, eager mouth.
Roadside momos, noodles-in-a-box, plenty of Nutella and Nescafe brewed in the microwave,
The virgin taste of independence, grilled to perfection with nostalgia of home.
Flavour-of-the-month ten-rupee chocolate ice cream on a cold night
A walk back from the vendor through the lawns back to our dorms
Glazed with a sprinkle of uncontrollable laughter, and surprising happiness.