G Writes

In the warm kitchen of their modest home, Arjun and Priya prepared to create a masterpiece. The soft morning light filtered through the window, casting a golden glow on the fresh vegetables, aromatic spices, and tender chicken pieces that lay before them. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of Priya’s mehendi, still fresh on her hands from their wedding ceremony. Priya, adorned in a simple yet elegant saree, her sindoor a bright crimson line parting her hair, moved gracefully around the kitchen. Arjun watched her, his heart swelling with admiration and love. She was the epitome of beauty, her shyness only adding to her charm. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication passing between them, a blend of shyness and affection. Without words, they began their culinary dance. Arjun handed Priya a bowl of yogurt marinated chicken, infused with spices that whispered tales of their heritage and dreams. She smiled softly, her fingers brushing his as she took the bowl. Each touch,

In a cozy dwelling, memories gently unfold, A daughter's heart whispers a story untold. In humble rented walls, a love so profound, Her father's tender care, forever resounds. No grandiose gestures or riches to display, Yet his love, an eternal sun, lights her way. Through trials and challenges, burdens they bear, His unwavering love becomes their solace rare. Within those four walls, their haven of grace, His love paints a smile on her once teary face. In moments of struggle, he'd hold her so tight, Guiding her steps with his comforting light. Years may have passed, but his love lingers still, A presence unseen, yet a void hard to fill. In the echoes of memories, she holds him dear, His love intertwined in every smile and tear. Though time may have stolen him, oh so long ago, His spirit lives on, a gentle breeze's soft blow. Through cherished moments and lessons he taught, His love remains etched, a treasure never sought. A daughter's voice weaves, A tale of a fath