Noodles Poem by Aparna Chatterjee

Noodles



Whenever I
Make noodles
I miss her.

Noodles
Is her
Favourite
Dish, so
It's not
Nice, not
Being able
To share
With her.



(Here 'her' refers to our daughter Kochi who's now in Uni.)

Thursday, March 9, 2023
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