A food poem about my love affair with ice-cream.

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The first time we met,

It was a hot summer day 

And we needed you 

To enjoy the waters of Sukhna Lake. 

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The sweet and tangy mango, infused with vanilla. 

Your crunchy cone was perfect

But our meeting was short 

For we didn’t want 

The Sun to turn everything 

Into a soggy wet mess.

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The next time we met, seasons had changed. 

From one shop to another we raced 

And somewhere in between we found the time 

For our favorite mango-vanilla ice-cream.

We took our time licking and slurping,

While making a battle plan for the rest of sector seventeen.

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The last time we met was in the midst 

Of statues made of waste.

Broken tiles, broken bangles, broken glass. You name it!

The tangy mango piece at the top felt like homecoming, 

just like spending time with cousins after 18 months.

We laughed, we cried and we said goodbye

Over a second round of you, my dear mango-vanilla ice cream.

-Armaan

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