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  • [568] Hands that Juggle are the Hands that Feed

    [568] Hands that Juggle are the Hands that Feed

    When all the balls are up in the air⁣⁣that is when the juggler chef feels free⁣⁣⁣He knows each arc will land⁣⁣⁣where the recipe intended,⁣⁣⁣the kitchen and the act, one motion⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣The first ball in the air is customer satisfaction⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Time slows as the customer relishes⁣⁣⁣a mouthful of spice he cannot stop eating. Joy.⁣⁣⁣The juggler chef sees without…

    Rahul Gaur

    April 3, 2026
    poetry
    blog, blogging, chef, food, journal, life, NaPoWriMo, poetry, spirituality, thoughts, writing
  • [83] Nana Rosy

    [83] Nana Rosy

    In the darkness, I see the truth. Not the darkness that resembles a vignette but an utter darkness that engulfs you in its void. It resembles the night sky and the truth illuminates like the moon, but sometimes it is like a blink and miss when the lightning strikes. Then you wait for the lightning…

    Rahul Gaur

    October 2, 2017
    Uncategorized
    blog, Blogger, blogging, death, Fiction, food, life, literature, Opinion, poetry, sad, shortstory, story, thoughts

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