Those sunny afternoons, we’re walking towards the auto stand, you ask me to keep to your left, the traffic safe side.
That foggy winter morning, we’re going to coaching, and I’m shivering. You stop the scooter, take off your green fleece and give to me.
Those “Everytimes” you never forgot to open the foot step of the scooter for me.
My love for Samosas and your love for me ... So many times you told me about that vicarious satiation when you saw me eat them.
Today when you are not with me …. these memories keep my soul alive.
This was written for the Write Tribe 100 words prompt on Food for the Soul