16/04/2026
Chat GPT says .. Smoke curls upward from the charcoal’s breath,
where skewered chicken turns in quiet rhythm
each piece kissed by fire, by time, by waiting.
Mustard oil glistens like golden dusk,
chili and garlic whisper their heat,
and somewhere in the marinade,
the earth of Assam speaks green, sharp, alive.
Lemon cuts through the richness
like sudden rain on a summer field,
while herbs cling softly
to every edge and corner of flesh.
You taste it, and it is not just spice ..
it is river air, bamboo groves,
evenings filled with laughter and slow hands turning skewers.
Each bite lingers,
smoky, tender, quietly fierce ..
a story of fire and flavor
threaded through with home.
