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Garlic Ginger Chai
The steam slowly rising
from that cup,
mingles with the memories,
and I inhale the spicy fragrance
of that masala chai.
Lips twitch to taste,
not just the hot sweet flavour,
but that thoughtless moment,
when garlic replaced ginger,
on that telephone order.
Laughter slows seeps
into these lonesome eyes,
just as it had drifted that day,
and a crimson blush
had painted my gaucheness.
Vapours rise meandering,
dancing their tune
to the flute of my thoughts,
while the masala cup sits
~Horizon~
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