Day breaks
With a steaming cuppa tea
No sweet please...only dairy whitener
No milk either
Sweetness does not go with
Crackling of dreams
Mid morning
A cup of coffee with milk again no sugar
Sometimes it's too strong
I tell him to make it a frothy one
With just a sprinkle of coffee powder
On the creamy layer of froth
Afternoon
Twice a week a bowl of starchy corn soup
"You should not be drinking this", friend says
Still I do
Though it does not go with the
The warmth of a dry curry with lentils
And bread (we call it roti) and a bowl of boiled rice
Destarched ....snowy white
Thereafter
My craving for something sweet is satiated
By my room mate
He offers me churme ki laddu
Made by his ma-in-law
With lots of love and care
Divinely delicious dissolving inside the mouth
Like a star de-moulding in a black hole
Mid afternoon
Again a cup of coffee
To make me realize am still alive
This time ti's rather drab
The maker is tired by the rut
Evening
Again a cuppa tea just like morning
Dinner
Simple -- left overs of the day
That's the way it is
From breaking till remaking of dreams
To forget during the gruels of the day
We feed ourselves the recipes of love
Not exotic nor exorbitant nor exhilarating
Had it been so we would not have doodled an irresistible garnish
Or perhaps taken our last breath
Turning and tossing in oblivion
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