The bowl that comes back
A little kheer goes next door in a steel bowl. A few days later, the bowl returns with something else inside. Nobody keeps a count of whose turn it is.
The bowls get mixed up sometimes. Someone recognises a dent near the rim; someone says to keep this one for now. Between the two kitchens, there is always a small reason to knock.
We often remember a childhood home as the rooms our family lived in. But part of that home may have been across the landing, where a door opened without much explanation and an extra portion could find its way.
Which neighbour’s kitchen did your family’s steel bowls keep travelling to?
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