Today, as I was walking, I smelled a familiar aroma from a home that took me back to memory of my grandma’s spicy chili chips, made with lots of chilies and flour, mixed with her secret spice, maybe the secret was her love .
She packed them in small plastic bags, filling them to the brim overflowing in her kindness , sealed with a lovely pink string . She’d carry the basket on her head, with balance so precise that made people wonder . When we kids saw her, we would come running, eager for a spicy slice.
For years, I’ve tried others’ chili chips, but none compare to hers. I miss my grandma's chilli chips.
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Whispers of the Heart / Poems
Poesia"Whispers of the Heart " is a poetic journey through the depths of love, loss, longing, and self-discovery. Each verse is a whispered confession, baring the soul's most intimate desires and sorrows. From the ache of unrequited love to the euphoria...
