Sev Puri and Samosa

As I lay the soft mashed potatoes,

On the crispy puri on my plate,

With spicy green chutney,

Made with fresh coriander and mint leaves,

And the tangy imli ki chutney with a tinge of red chilli,

I remember all the days,

When my heart felt excited,

To assemble it all,

And to eat it all.

Why doesn't sev puri taste the same anymore?

And, the samosa,

Remember, the conversations around it?

My cravings led to yours,

And yours to mine.

As the spicy masala,

Didn't just fill the triangle shaped pastry,

But also our hearts.

Now, why does the filling not give the same feeling anymore?

Why doesn't sev puri and samosa taste the same anymore?

Is it you that's missing,

Or is it the heart of mine?