Cutting onions, diced.
Slicing through tomatoes.
I look out of the kitchen.
She is on the dinning table,
flipping a book.
Blanching broccoli.
Tossing the chickpeas in.
I hear the fan speed fasten.
Years change but habits don’t.
I stood on my toes to get
the olive oil from the shelf.
Squeezing the lemon.
I see her starring at
the pictures on the fridge.
Taking a hint of my last 10 years, I think.
I hear her ask a question,
“When did you go scuba diving?”
I finally found the big salad bowl.
I looked her in the eye as
I got the frozen corn.
“2 years back in Bali”, I replied.
“Hmmm” is all I got as a response.
and eyes pulled away from me.
Maybe she is overthinking, or not.
I had escaped the awkwardness
to make a salad.
But, as I poured in the dressing,
I was prepping for the dialogue.
Giving it all a good mix.
Of bitter and sweet memories.
Of times together and away.
Who says friendship stays the same.
-Kavya Shah
About the Poet-
Kavya, an Indian poet and advertising professional, thrives on art, history, and poetry. As a copywriter and planner, she has mastered the art of crafting words, but it’s poetry that truly gives her thoughts a sustainable avenue. Additionally, she is a self-taught calligrapher and engraver.
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