Memories :(

Laced with memories, grandma's kitchen called out to me,
As I stepped in, I recalled how it was once filled with the smell of ghee.
She would prepare steaming hot aloo parathas in the shape of triangles,
And tell us stories about the fairies and also the big bad wolves of the jungles.

Each time we visited her, we had so much to look forward to,
Sometimes, she would make us sit on her lap and read to us too.
She would tell us how good always triumphed over the evil,
And then sing a lullaby for us with a touch so gentle.

On the cold nights, grandma used to give us her famous hot chocolate to drink,
It was her secret recipe; even the thought of it now makes my heart sink.
Once upon a time, my grandma's kitchen was full of smiles and spark,
In her absence, now the 'kitchen' feels so lonely and stark.

© Ila Garg

Grandma's Kitchen

Grandma’s kitchen is so full of warmth and light,
On each visit, she welcomes us with smiles so bright.
She hands us huge albums with photographs in monochrome,
As the smell of ghee from the kitchen fills the entire home.

At once, the whistle from the cooker echoes in the kitchen,
Indicating that the potatoes are almost done.
She rushes to the kitchen and puts the pan to heat,
Then calls us out to help her with the balls of wheat.

Soon, the steaming hot parathas are ready,
For any ailment, this is the best remedy.
She then makes us sit in circles on the kitchen’s floor,
As she goes on narrating stories and folklore.

We enjoy the parathas in the shape of triangles,
As we listen to her stories about fairies and jungles.
She tells us how good always triumphs over evil,
And then sings us a lullaby with a touch so gentle.

On wintry nights, granny serves us hot chocolate,
As we hunt for cookies in the kitchen goblet.
Such moments with grandma are full of joy,
Unparalleled we play, and thus we enjoy!

© Ila Garg