I won't accept a love from those who would treat me like a pice of chewing gum. At first taste bursting with flavor; only to have it vanish as quickly as it came. I will not be used only to be tossed away hours later.

I aim to be your favorite meal. The one that brings back memories of the good times. The one that your mouth waters for the moment it's scent hits you. The one made with so much love you claim it to be part of the recipe. The one you will never tire of no matter how many times it's made. Yes that is what I wish to be.

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।।यादें।।
तेरी यादें°एकदम च्यूइंग गम जैसी हैं।
मुँह में थी°तो चबाते रह गया।।
और°निगल गया।
तो अंदर कहीं°चिपक-सी गई हैं।।

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