I fried Panir for two and a half hours today
My face is washed, but the smell of grease still lingers in my hair 
The smell of garlic on my fingertips
Cumin hangs on my breath 
Naan
Saag 
Date Chutney 
Tomato Chilly 
Pistachios
Lentil Curry 
Coconut 
Rice Pudding 
Jelebees for Dessert 
Raise your hands and sing, “Om Shanty Om!” 
Spices fill my soul 
Music dances across my hips
Ghee paints the stove 
Oozing from my pores 
Butter in abundance 
The scent of food still suspended in the kitchen 
Sweet Tulsi tea, we sip until midnight 
As we move from sitting, to standing, to lying fully down  
Drinking in the night air 
The face of the full moon, watches as we glide into bed
Giddy with pleasure and too much stimulation
1 comment:
mmm, love Indian food, but the smell does stick around for ever doesn't it?
Came here through 20sb.
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