Shruthi Balasuryan

Dinner In Chennai

The divine smell of curry wafts
in from the kitchen.

The humid air clings to
me for attention.

I open my mouth to yawn
and the salty zing from the air near
the Indian Ocean settles on my tongue.

The moo of a cow amidst the
loud bustling traffic echoes though the room.

An idol, gracefully poised,
rests dazzling,
bathed in the setting sun.




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