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Jun 2020
It contained all the ingredients
that kept everyone healthy.

After she left, all the boxes in the kitchen became empty.

Now ready to eat food is stacked inside the recycle box- what a pity!

Just heat and eat is the new mantra.

Without her special spices my health has gone to pieces.

My body harbours worms and germs in abundance.

Grandma's kitchen now looks like a fast food joint.

I wonder when will I get another
opportunity to eat Grandma's
food.

When will I regain my earlier health and energy.

Not in this life, of course!
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
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