Today, well, this morning. No, last night.
Last night, my mom made a bean soup. It reminded me a lot of the food we often ate in India. It was missing one little thing. Curry. I thought it was curry, but I've never been positive as to what curry smelled and tasted like. I began to search our cupboards. . . . . .
. . . . . . Where is it??! Ugh! I can't find it anywhere. Mom. She must know where it is. I should have asked her in the first place! Yes! I found it.
Yes, yes, that's the smell! I pot a little on a spoon. . . Yes, yes, yes! That's the taste. As my palate absorbs the flavor, my mind floods with memories, and feelings of sorrow and euphoria as I remember how India forever touched my soul. . . .
I fell in love with India.
It really is nice to remember. . . :)