Best Companion

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As the knife slices through, 

I know how crunchy are you. 

Cutting into tiny pieces, 

Aah… therapeutic is the process. 

Your green crown shines bright, 

Ensuring that you aren’t away from my sight. 

The right amount of salt, 

Keep your tanginess at halt. 

Slowly with spices as you mix, 

Our craving you do fix. 

The fragrance of the freshness, 

Uplifts one from the dullness. 

Parathas or curd rice with your name on it, 

Slurrrpp… saliva trickles bit by bit. 

Oh my dear mango pickle, 

My taste buds you do tickle. 

 

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