The story is my soul food On days I want to cry, I chopped onions I filled the pot with curry, slowly simmered my heart One bowl of curry with sweet onion scent Swallowed my tears with sweetness That deep curry smell outside our gate To times I miss, the memories I lack Forever soul food, forever my memory On days I want to cry, I chopped onions I filled the pot with curry, slowly simmered my heart Now I can eat the carrots too But the tears still stay too long One ladle of curry full of vegetables My mother would gently place on rice To times I miss, the memories I lack Forever soul food, forever my memory Laughter, sorrow, longing float in curry One bowl blends my day into something warm And when I chew it slowly, I find a smile A bowl of curry on a crying day That deep scent by the gate The scent, the scent—it pulls me back To times I miss, the memories I lack My soul food, my memory track On days I want to cry, I made curry With longing in each stir, in each spoon Bit by bit, I found hidden smiles One warm bowl of curry, my soul food The scent, the scent—it pulls me back To times I miss, the memories I lack Forever soul food, forever my memory
