​📸 Ep 22: A Gursha for Meskel
Meskel had a way of making everything glow. The demera had been lit, the evening air carried the warmth of the celebration, and inside, their table was covered with an Ethiopian feast—kitfo rich with butter and spices, soft injera rolled within reach, ayib and greens tucked around the platter, and glasses of golden tej catching the light. She tore off a piece of injera and gathered a little kitfo into it. He watched her hand approach him with the unmistakable smile of someone who already knew exactly what was coming.
“Open,” she said.
He laughed.
She fed him the first gursha.
Then, naturally, he decided the tradition needed to be returned. He reached for the injera, carefully gathered a bite, and held it to her lips while looking at her like this tiny gesture was the whole evening.
She took it, smiling. One gursha became another. Then another. Between bites, they talked, laughed, stole sips of tej, and kept reaching across the table for each other even when the food was already right in front of them. There was something about being fed by the person you love. Not just the food. The tenderness of it. The little I thought of you. The Here, this one is for you. The Let me take care of you for a second. Outside, the Meskel celebration continued glowing against the night. Inside, they were glowing too. ✨

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