Born and raised in Hyderabad’s grace,
Where biriyani’s a daily embrace,
I’ve tasted spice, I’ve known the art—
But one plate stirred my soul and heart.
Countless feasts, a royal spread,
Yet none like that when we both fed.
With you beside, the flavors grew,
Each grain a memory wrapped in you.
It wasn’t just the saffron rice,
Or tender meat cooked soft and nice—
It was your smile across the plate,
That turned that meal into our fate.
Now every bite, no matter where,
Feels like it’s missing you not there.
That biriyani, with you in sight,
Will live in me, a flame alight.
@KeNZie