Leftovers I miss

Amma never ate with us

All she did was cook and

Stand silently; looking us eat.

After amma died

Salted sardines have never been more bitter.

Sink was her niche

She run to sink whenever she was sad.

 the foul smell of leftovers

Helped her breathe her better.

There were days I missed food than amma.

Seldom did she shared her recipies ;

Maybe she wanted us to forget

And never remember

How food connects us

So that we never would come back.

Come back to the memories she left

Cry silently .


Lakshmi is a bachelor's degree student at Pondicherry University . She is really passionate about books , music and cinemas. She is from Kerala and loves traveling. She aims to talk to the world through her words and loves writing

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