Badastoor
(Urdu; of Habit)
Reaching for the salt, before even taking a bite.
Because all the taste and flavour I'd grown up with, played, passed notes to and fought with, is on that stone kitchen slab,
Sitting patiently inside the meal my mother had made.
Still waiting for me to come home.
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