funeral food

the funeral was a somber affair, a gathering of mourners, come to pay their respects, to the deceased, and as I stood there, surrounded by the quiet murmur of conversation, I couldn't help but think about the food, the plates of biryani, and kebabs, and naan, that were being passed around, the smell of spices, and meat, and bread, wafting through the air, and I thought, what is it about food, that brings us comfort, in times of sorrow, is it the taste, the smell, the memories, that it evokes, or is it something more, something deeper, I don't know, but as I took a bite of the biryani, I felt a sense of peace, wash over me, a sense of comfort, and I knew that I wasn't alone, that we were all in this together, the mourners, the family, the friends, all of us, connected by our grief, and our love, and our memories, and as I looked around at the faces, I saw the sadness, and the sorrow, but I also saw the love, and the compassion, and the kindness, and I knew that we would get through this, together, as a community, as a family, and the food, it seemed, was a small part of that, a small gesture, of love, and kindness, and compassion, but one that spoke volumes, about the human spirit, and its capacity, for love, and kindness, and generosity, even in the darkest of times