In her kitchen, spices dance,
Morning light does warmly glance
Through windows wide with garden views,
Meera hums as she stews.
Saree draped, grace in her sway,
Unexpected guest today.
Old friend with mangoes in his hand,
Memories fresh as footprints in sand.
Laughter mixes with curry's spice,
Old tales shared, each slice of life nice.
"Let what comes, come, " she smiles and says,
Life's surprises, in sun's golden rays.
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