In Meera's kitchen, where warmth fills the air,
The rain outside falls with a gentle care.
Friends gather round, their laughter flows,
While golden tart in the oven grows.
Plants by the window, quietly green,
Watching the magic that unfolds in between.
A cup of tea, the steam softly sways,
As stories and smiles light up the day.
Her kitchen's alive, more than just space,
It's where moments are baked with love and grace.
Meera stirs, and with every turn,
Memories are made, hearts gently burn.
For in this space, so full of light,
Simple acts turn into delight.
Baking, laughing, feeling free,
In Meera's kitchen, life's sweet as can be.
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