Recipe : Spicy Pepper Chicken with Boiled Veggies

This is one awesome spicy peppery chicken dish from my kitchen. Easy to make and great to eat. Try it.

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APRIL PAD CHALLENGE Day: 6..

It took me sometime to get out of the nostalgia and finally post my contribution to day 6 the prompt was
April PAD Challenge: Day 6

“For today’s poem, I want you to write a poem about something missing. It can be about an actual physical object or something you just can’t put your finger on (like “love” or “the spirit of Christmas” or something).”

Here is what I came up with

Missing Childhood Joys

Among all the lovely pictures
that on my memory wall I see
the picture of a little girl
holds some secret part of me.

Drifting memories of childhood
things that I used to do
secret hideouts
a box full of treasures
pebbles, shells, marbles
Oh! How the years have rolled away.

From a distance I hear
an echo of the shrill whistle
of the steam locomotive
slowly chugging along
the pine clad mountain side.

A smoky vision from the past
I watch it until it vanishes
into the mist of yesteryear.

Fragrant summer noons
spent lazily under the
cool shades of Mango trees
climbing branches, chasing butterflies
trailing ants, gathering flowers
or just silently listening to
the songs of cuckoo bird

Rolling down the green slopes
me and my buddies
our laughter filling the air
hair full of twigs, flowers,
mud and occasional lady bird
our faces flushed with ethereal joy.

Dancing in the rain,
splashing in the puddles
nudging the paper boats to float
in the flowing streams of water
on the road side.

The falls, skinned knees, tears, pain
unconditional love, hugs and kisses
comfort of my mother’s lap.

Flying up into the air
and back again in daddy’s arm.
Oh How I miss those simple pleasures
how they make me feel so warm.

Childhood,
its joys, tenderness and fears
Memories
which often lie too deep
even for a single tear

O! Sweet child that once was me
today I realize how I miss thee
All the songs and stories told
and all the butterfly days we shared
before so sadly I grew old.