In a bustling kitchen, amid pots and pans,
I embark on a quest, a culinary dance.
With spices in hand and a song in my heart,
I set out to conquer, to create a work of art.

First, the meat or veggies, in a yogurt embrace,
With ginger, garlic, and chilies to grace.
Mint and coriander, a fragrant bouquet,
Turmeric and chili, to add some sway.

While they mingle and marinate, oh so grand,
I twirl and I whirl, to the beat of the land.
30 minutes of soaking, for the rice to prepare,
As I hum to myself, without a care.

Into boiling water, the rice takes a dive,
With cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, they thrive.
Cooked just right, not too soft nor too tough,
Drained and set aside, like projects in a rush.

Onions sliced thin, into ghee they sizzle,
Golden and crispy, a sight to make you fizzle.
Layer upon layer, the biryani takes shape,
A symphony of flavors, a culinary escape.

Covered and simmered, on a flame so low,
As anticipation grows, like a rising crescendo.
And when it's finally done, a feast with a zing,
Neighbors and friends, to my table they'll cling.

But amidst all the chatter, the laughter, the cheer,
I'll find myself wondering, with a smile ear to ear.
For in the chaos of cooking, in this biryani delight,
I've found joy and laughter, in every bite!

© Aboorva