Dosa

Some curls are fascinating. They keep us hooked even as they vanish into thin air; like the smoke from a dosa thawa. They’re such a delight to watch; especially if we’re in the kitchen during the early hours of the day. The smell of ghee, freshly brewed tea and the cute little curls swirling upwards into the first rays of the Sun… Sometimes I wonder how life would’ve turned out without the dosas! But let’s not digress- we’re here for some curls; like the ones on his head.

Anything is possible for those shiny curls. I can joke about how they’re thicker than the whole of the Amazon forests combined but that would be very inappropriate and alarming. After all, man has done so much to destroy everything fragile; sometimes with a head full of luscious blacks.

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Detour.

Why can’t the time
take me back to that flooded night
when the moon was only a tiny dot
and the wind carried the moorhens’ cries
while I was awake gaping at the dark
like i could see the picture on the wall
smiling at me
inviting me to a
journey to an unknown dell
to float over the damp trees,
catching fish at my doorstep,
watch the baby goats snuggle up for a good night’s sleep
and to follow the purling rivers
on their way to eternity!