love is edible,

it's warm like a big bite of fresh pie out of the oven,

like a mug of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows on a winter night,

like your Mumma’s daal, 'Maa de hathh de paronthe'

when you see her after a year.

love, is edible,

soft like buttery bread that feels like perfect balance in your mouth,

tough on the outside, a cloud on the inside

like baguette.

really, love is like the first time you ate pistachio ice-cream,

not knowing what to think of it,

but falling deeply for it in the end anyway.

mohini