Rekindle

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In my tiny, oven-like kitchen, I persist. I throw in a handful of red chilies and garam masala into the smoking oil. The tempering screams, promising to ignite something within.

Still, our hands don’t touch under the table.

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16 thoughts on “Rekindle

  1. Sara

    All the chillies and garam masala didn’t work either 🙂 love the delicious details of the food here!

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  2. Katie E.

    Great contrast, and sensory details! You tell the whole story and it leaves me feeling the disappointment. Just wondered if you needed to have ‘in’ and ‘into’ in your second sentence.

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  3. Christine

    I love how you conflated heat and food and love, and that last line – the *figurative* heat there is almost palpable. Just wonderful.

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