A LETTER TO BIRIYANI

Dear Biriyani,

- BY AMBER BLUE

Haven't I told you countless times that do not advance into my dreams so often? But you are deliberately disdaining my words. This desperate stance of yours have spurred up in this lockdown period ever more!! Why?? Why dear Biriyani, don't you get it that it hurts to take a trip down to that memory lane where I was elated to delve into the taste of yours....ahhh!!!

Even reminiscing those days brings an ache to my heart, but you don't seem to bother!!

It hurts to think that we have been separated for an indefinite period and all these days ,I have been the vagabond and you the mirage. This pain of separation is indecipherable and you seem to mock my woe.

Dear Biriyani, you know not that the acid in my stomach is drying up already without your clairvoyance, the bile in my liver is reluctant to secret itself without the taste of yours, my intestines are having delusions of you, my oesophagus has been mistaking other starch molecules as you!! and to talk of my heart , ohh!! My heart is bleeding in your thirst with it's open arteries waiting for you long since.

Say, we don't need a fiesta to be together and if it were not for Corona , I would have been relishing your leg piece now... The virus might obliviate you from my life,for a while, yes, but your scent would seduce me howsoever, and I shall drag my feet shamelessly trailing you to the briyani shops..

There was a time when I might have survived on pizza, while you served yourself and courted your baits in some far corner of little LA-LA land, it was when I was not so immune to your charms..And then like Romeo- Juliet the story begun, somewhere our symphonies matched, you completed me like the missing piece of my puzzle and our amour evolved from ," HAVE WE MET BEFORE?? " to ," EVERY NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I SEE YOU, I FEEL YOU " well since then there was no looking back , not even towards my audacious tummy because " THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS!!".. The climax of my sacrifices for the holy love of yours would one day reach out to the world intrigue thy audiences.

Only in your absence did it dawn upon me that , ohh BIRIYANI!! you have marooned me into this chaos and I can but only dream of your smell, your taste and your relics or for some Disney land miracle that would escort you back to me.

yours- an ardent lover

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