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That White Crystalline Substance
A pinch of it makes all the difference
The gas stove was lit, the cooking vessel caressing the flames slowly,
very soon, the oil was seen swimming on it, feeling every bit of the heat,
and down went the veggies, onions, and what not, names I couldn’t comprehend,
then, from just by my side, those human hands picked the spices,
a whole lot of colourful spices, in dust form, being added, some less, some more,
the good smell filled the air, the smoke blinded every nook and cranny,
as I kept staring for my turn, to be submerged in that deliciousness,
that was being cooked, but alas!
I waited and kept waiting, those human hands kept tasting the food,
the eyebrows showing confusion, the taste buds pretty sure,
about that missing piece of the puzzle, but did the brain know?
The brain knew very soon, as the fingers reached out for me,
hidden, behind in a small container,
taking a pinch of myself, and there I went, to juxtapose,
with everything, giving it that final and most important finesse,
