The Ritual

I play with my inner battles

They are mine alone

Like the rice I like to have  

Softened and destarched

With the runny lentil soup

And a dry curry crisp 

A dollop of curd 

To finish with 

Topped with sugar or jaggery 

As the season may be

A happy stomach helps win 

Just for the time being 

Until

Arrives another war 

Dramatic but spartan

Rotis fluffy and steaming hot

Vegetables slippery in gravy 

Spicy, tangy but not too chillicious 

Remember wars are won 

With warmth and not arms

The victory of course with dessert

Till another chess board is set

With another ritual served

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