Dinner In ChennaiThe 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,
bathed in the setting sun.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]
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