moms alu gobii......

as rain splatters on the windows....
and rain drops in patterns appear
into d kitchen my mom disappears..
.i follow behind just to peer..

in minutes a sizzle i hear..
apprehensively as i draw near...
my heart melts @ the lovely sight..
piping hot alu gobi dancin up,down,left n right;)

drenched in oil and spices..it simmers...
u cant help wen ur mouth waters...

whether yo just put yr hand inside or simply wait...
yr hungry soul stands n contemplates:)

and when finally its placed on the dining table...
the long wait n the painful hunger is a forgotten fable!!

n as u savour the the delight..
u thank god for the angel in sight..
the angel called "mother"
coz this miracle can be cooked just my her...none other!!