Back home from dreary office plight.
Sometimes weekend starts when Friday arrives
If a dinner or outing is so planned
Else I have my Friday routine set
Order brownies from Theobroma
Gives a kick start to the weekend..Get Set..
Food is a solace whether I am bored or upset
If I am home sick or just need a change in mood
Or a route to brighten up the solitude
Or to perk up the office drill
Or to add to the thrill
Why does it break the montony?
Is it that I stay away from home?
Yes partly, I do gorge on homemade food
But I remember getting bored of that too
My hostel food was good compared to the usual
Still seeked freedom from the tedium
So is it just that we need a change?
That does justify the different types of food
Of entrée, main course and dessert
Else normal food would serve the purpose
Of living and sustenance
There are more enigmas to unravel
Why a particular food which I hate taste better?
When my grandmother feeds it to me
How sometimes the simplest of dish
Cooked by my mom
Surpass the most exotic dish at a restaurant
Is it the secret ingredient of love?
Questions I find difficult to fathom…
How the thought of food satiates my hunger
Or a captivating image it conjures
Or the aroma that entices my soul
Is it because I live to eat and not eat to live or well am just bored..