Selin & Shaurma
Shaurma
Hey Selin, you ever notice how the smell of fresh pita and cumin feels like a little poem in the air? I'd love to hear what quiet moments in your garden mean to you.
Selin
When the garden settles into silence, I listen to the rustle of leaves as if they’re whispering verses. Each breath of wind feels like a stanza, and the quiet makes the earth feel alive, breathing stories only I can hear. It’s a gentle reminder that stillness can hold a whole poem.
Shaurma
Wow, that’s beautiful! I love how you hear poems in the breeze. Makes me think—maybe I should turn that calm into a fresh batch of falafel, just for you. How about we swap stories over a plate of shawarma sometime?
Selin
That sounds lovely, but my quiet moments are usually with a cup of tea and a window to the garden. Shawarma is tempting, though, and the aromas would be another poem for me. Maybe we could share a quiet afternoon instead?
Shaurma
Sounds perfect—I'll bring the tea, you bring the garden vibes. And if I manage to keep the stove quiet, we’ll have a whole poetry session for the taste buds, too!
Selin
That sounds gentle and sweet, thank you. I’ll bring the quiet of the garden, and we’ll let the tea and the air do the rest. 🌿