The Rasam today smells like Ajji's kitchen
Puritan; No onions nor garlic
A potful of memories
Fancy an olfactory trip
The smell of old leather
Silk lined with gold border
25 paise coins, Kumkum, Ponds cream
Dried Margosa petals under pillow
Teak cot, mosquito net
Beetle leaf and areca nut
Mustards splatter, curry leaves float
A spoonful of ghee as lentils dissolve
Spices, chilly powder, tamarind
Blend into the colour of earth
Of which some day, I too shall be a part.
