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— Wandering Storm📍 Ahmedabad

My retired father started learning to cook after my mother passed. His first dish was her dal recipe. It tasted nothing like hers. But the effort tasted like love.

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The way you hold onto this feeling says something about the depth you're capable of. Not everyone lets themselves feel this openly.

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