Gemotions

He felt a sudden chill, despite the warm summer air. The list was on the refrigerator, held up with a magnet. “Learn to cook Indian food.” He'd always dismissed her attempts in the kitchen, joking about her "experiments." He now understood how much he had hurt her.

He looked at the ingredients in the pantry – all the spices she had tried to share with him. He had been so blind. The air inside the house felt thick, heavy, impossible to breathe.

He opened the cookbook, the pages filled with notes and scribbles. He reached for the phone. The task ahead felt monumental, yet necessary.