What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
What’s the cost of a plate, if the heart feels fed?
Gold on the table or a word once said?
Is it the flavour or who you’re with that stays?
Was it money well spent, or just one of those days?
What foods would you like to make?
A pot that simmers what words can’t say,
Tea that holds the ache of a far-off day.
Breads that rise like hope unplanned,
And meals that heal with gentle hands.
Which activities make you lose track of time?
Writing in silence, walking in trees,
Talking to kids or catching a breeze.
When heart is full and mind feels free,
Time forgets to count with me.
What’s your definition of romantic?
It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.
It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.
It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.
Look who’s watching over us,
Why do we ever have apprehensions then?
Live each moment exuberantly in His glorious presence,
Any breath can be the last one, you never know when..!!
Simi
Through the lens and thoughts of Sujay
Simi says... 