🕊️ Instant Story — The Taste of Nothing
At the wedding feast, plates gleamed under fairy lights.
Ravi sampled every dish — spicy, sweet, tangy, rich.
Later, walking to his car, he couldn’t recall a single flavour.
But he remembered his mother’s simple meal from years ago — dal, rice, and her laughter.
He smiled quietly.
Maybe the tongue tastes everything, but only the heart remembers what truly nourishes it.
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