“I don’t remember how it turned out. Whether it was cooked properly or tasted as it should. What I do remember is the chopping and dicing of vegetables and the stirring of ingredients in the midst of words, laughter and song. While I chopped up the onions and tomatoes, he watched and absorbed every word, listening to me recount the tales of my childhood. As he prepared the mushrooms and eggplant, he entertained me with his beautiful tenor voice, singing a ‘couscous song’ which I’m sure was made up though he denied it. The couscous and vegetables were mixed and stirred as we flirtatiously teased and laughed at my many cooking blunders, debating cooking techniques, books and favorite bands. Time passed quickly though no one was keeping track, and in short time, the table was set and dinner was served.
I sat across him, mesmerized by his handsome face, his deep blue eyes and the expressions each word, question or thought would arouse. He was curious. Curious about who I am- my story, my passions and my dreams. His own story was told: tales of a difficult but rich childhood, growing up with a band of brothers. His eyes glimmered with excitement as he spoke of his latest projects, turning a bright blue, reflecting the mood. Bite by bite, as the plates emptied of couscous, I fell deeper and deeper into the moment, hoping the meal would never end. The sun faded into the horizon and the darkness crept in. Yet we were still there, sitting at the kitchen table, our plates empty, the quiet space filled with happy chatter and reflective thought. It was just the two of us in the world then, lost in the beauty of that moment.”
Life is essentially a composition of moments, memories and fragments pieced together. The beauty of that life depends on how one paints each of those fragments. We can either paint it as nothing more than a regular meal of overcooked couscous, for instance, or paint it as a life-defining moment of beauty and love. Love and relationships are very much the same. The beauty of love depends on how we perceive and paint each moment we share.
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