Poem: A plate of biryani with you

A strange peace descended on the dining table today, as if the world was breathing a little slower. This plate placed in front of me, suddenly reminded me of you with the smell of hot biryani. Small memories like grains of rice spread in my mind like spices. Seeing the piece of meat, remembered the shy smile of the day we first met. The two white round slices of cucumber like the peace in your eyes. The green chilies are lying next to it, just like your pride the slightest touch burns. I thought about picking up the spoon how long it has been since we sat down and ate together! I know, biryani is never love, still, when you are with me, food also has a color. The aroma hidden in hot rice, when I think of you, I also feel the same warmth. Every grain is silently saying Because you are not here, today's lunch is incomplete. I cut the meat very slowly, As if I felt you were sitting in front of me. Sometimes I think, Even a plate of food can hold so many stories. If you were here, you might have said Give me more lemon, it's a little less sour. I would have laughed, And I wanted to hand you the rice. But today the other side of the table is empty, The silence of the chair is heavy. As soon as I picked up the cucumber slice with the spoon, I felt Your cold touch hit my cheek. Even the smell of biryani today There is a deep, soft sadness. We used to find happiness so easily You, me and a plate of hot food. Time has changed, But when I sit in front of the food, I don't forget you. I know, one day such an afternoon will come again, where you will say with a smile Take the pepper, you like it spicy! I will eat spicy food then, just to see the concern on your face. That smile is not there today, yet your shadow is hidden in the folds of hot rice. This plate also knows you and has always kept a place for you next to it. How strange, isn't it? Even if a person is not there, his habits remain. The golden color inside the biryani, is just like your memory, bright, but untouchable. As soon as I lifted the meat to my mouth, it felt like something you said floated in the air. Eat slowly. Hot. Such a simple thing, yet how much deep care is in it. Today I told myself Even though he is not there, eat slowly. Because loving you means taking care of yourself a little better too. The grains scattered on the table arrange your memories one by one. Maybe you will come back, Maybe you won't, but you are in this moment. The smell of hot food reawakens our old words. The way you narrow your eyes when you smile, I remember that smile more today. Your touch was just as soft on the soft texture of light rice. I know this plate of biryani is not complete without you. Just as the heat of chili suddenly brings tears to my eyes, your memory also suddenly fills my heart. When I put a cold slice of cucumber in my mouth, it brings peace like your hand. I never thought that a plate of food can say so much. Today I understood that love is not always a romantic scene. Sometimes it is in a plate of hot biryani, in sitting alone and thinking of you. If you knew even on this ordinary afternoon, how beautifully you remain in me. With you, the taste of food increases, without you, memories come flooding back. I can't forget you and eat, because the times spent with you are mixed in every grain. You are that soft taste of my life, without which everything seems dull. Today's plate is designed to remember you. I put down the spoon and thought that when you come back, it will be another afternoon like this. With you, with a plate of hot food, with simple yet complete happiness. Until then, only your memory will be my companion in this biryani.