Because She Had Made My Food With Love.

It definitely wasn't because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non - existent bit,

It irrefutably wasn't because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a
princely charm to swoon for - the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue
salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact,

It intransigently wasn't because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly
exhausted and famished - prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as
the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home,

It dogmatically wasn't because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course - suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth,

It irretrievably wasn't because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned its periphery - making it resemble a platter served in the choicest of castles and to the most magnificently invincible of Kings and Queens on planet earth,

It certainly wasn't because it triggered an optimistically artistic desire of sketching
unparalleled beauty around you - with its lavishly grand helpings sensitively strewn and blended raw with rustic fruit,

It intractably wasn't because of its astoundingly rich nutritious value highly
recommended by the best in their respective fields - that could wonderfully replenish
and gorgeously harness the deteriorating bones of aged existence,

It truly wasn't because its enamoring recipe had won virtually every conceivable
International award and felicitation - before pompously filling in the barren recesses of the famished plates laid rather nonchalantly on the dinner table,

It irrevocably wasn't because of hype and mystery enshrouding it that had culminated
perseveringly as the day had unveiled - with inconspicuous tid - bits and chatter from
family members of what was in store for supper adding exorbitantly to the already
charged up atmosphere,

It earnestly wasn't because it had thrown monotonous strictness out of the window - as the most sonorously disciplined of adults - ravenously indulged into tearing it apart into minuscule pieces of digestion - before eventually swallowing it with unabashed glee,

It simply wasn't because it profoundly inspired you to become a poet - interweave and embody verse of the highest perceivable imagination in praise of its compassionate aura; dainty structure; texture and transiently adorable charm,

It sagaciously wasn't because of the impromptu occasion that transpired because of it
being gloriously laid - as members of the family rejoiced and reveled in each other's
company sitting across the table - as the night unfurled in its majestically voluptuous
color,

It obstinately wasn't because of the uninhibited feast that it provided to fantasizing
entities around - as they experienced sheer tranquility after having consumed it -
pacifying the most ethereal of their apprehensions with the enrichment of taste,

It solidly wasn't because of the spectacular vitality that it permeated the lividly
exasperated body with - the same physical form which had decayed into a disheveled
heap a little while ago - out of sheer agony and hunger triggered by the parasitic
meanness of the mortal world,

It undoubtedly wasn't because of the goodwill and extraordinary hospitality that it
successfully generated - even as the uncalled for neighborhood urchins were
fantastically drawn towards it and ate it; as if there wasn't going to be a meal in near
future,

It incorrigibly wasn't because of the flattery and the untainted adoration that diligently
admired my hard work - to be able to earn such a succulent princely spread of eatery at the fag end of the assiduously hard earned day,

It promisingly wasn't because of that contented handshake that came from the other
side as soon as the meal got over - rendering me in indescribable rhapsody as all
measly past differences with my friend were now resolved - and this is exactly what a
thoroughly reinvigorating meal had the power to do,

It really wasn't because it was a part of that sporadic celebration that happened in
moment of joyous triumph - bringing distant family and outsiders irrespective of caste, creed, color and tribe - to relish the marvelously salubrious chunks of home cooked delicacy,

But I merrily had it, relished it, romanticized about it, savored it to absolute glory -
because she had made my food with love.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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