Indian love

The spices, onion, garlic, tomatoes, chicken, coconut milk are on standby, like sentinels. Music is softly playing in the background, the beat of the drum compelling us to dance. My bangles jingle softly as I reach up to pull the hair back from my face. And then you say, "Let's do it, babe. We own this meal." One hour later, our fingers are covered in delicious rice and curry from eating with our hands, and our bellies are satisfactorily full. Dang, can we cook :) I love how we can dress up in our Indian outfits without inhibition, and how simply eating the food takes you back to Pak'stan. How the time seemed to fly by, and all too soon the night was over. Jake, for making our third Indian date awesome!

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