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
Shared with Poets and storytellers United
This is a nice snapshot of an ordinary day. There is an emotional and physical hunger that must be eased throughout our existence. And as you've expressed with such grace, it can occupy the day.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much
DeleteComfort food is definitely the recipe of love...self-love at least.
ReplyDeleteComfort food is to make sustenance comfortable
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful! You make us appreciate each stage of your journey through the day, punctuated by the different drinks etc. It's beautifully woven to be about the food and drink and simultaneously about life and love.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for your appreciation
DeleteThere is so much sweetness in this piece. There's nothing like a hot beverage made exactly the way one likes it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tommy. I know the right beverage refreshes.
DeleteA recipe mixed with emotion and the important drinks Well written
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Marja
DeleteHmmm. Still trying to figure out the philosophy embedded in this piece of written work. Let me make a cup of tea as per my liking and then again try to make out the essence of this post with the sips from that cup.
ReplyDeleteYou seem to be measuring out life with cups of tea. But there's a lot of love there, so that's fine, I guess.
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