The Great Indian Kitchen

In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free, Whispers of our memories, in each recipe. Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots, In grains and lentils, tradition assent. Herbal notes linger, a fragrant ballet, a scenic design. As generations gather, in love's display. Grandma's hands, a harmony of care, Amma's gentle touch, flavors rare. Papadums bloat, tales of old flames, In every fold, history takes flight. Black tea's warmth, with Tulsi's caress, A sip of time, warm embrace. Amma's pickle, a tangy delight, Mingling with Khichdi, in consonance light. Handpicked mangoes, memories unfold, A dab of pickle, a story retold. The Great Indian Kitchen's embrace, ceaseless love