The Feel of Taste

The Feel of Taste

Fluffy rice, the tangy lime pickle the tip of your tongue licks, the hastily prepared salad

Taste like home, the comfort of familiarity and acceptance flavour them all.


Hot steamy rice, spicy tender chicken, and the sweet surprise of pineapple and cream

Under the dim light of a candle on a cold star kissed night where my grandmother’s hands

Skillfully maneuvered the food into every open, eager mouth.


Roadside momos, noodles-in-a-box, plenty of Nutella and Nescafe brewed in the microwave,

The virgin taste of independence, grilled to perfection with nostalgia of home.


Flavour-of-the-month ten-rupee chocolate ice cream on a cold night

A walk back from the vendor through the lawns back to our dorms

Glazed with a sprinkle of uncontrollable laughter, and surprising happiness.


Date a Girl Who Likes Biryani

I’m this girl!

The Surreal Scooter

(Because I was fed up of the exhortations to date girls who read, write, travel, does handstands while riding a horse, etc.)

Date a girl who likes Biryani. Date a girl who doesn’t need to look at the menu to know what she wants. She says no to dessert every day because she has no space for it after thulping a full Biryani. Date a girl who knows her Hyderabadi from her Malabar Biryani, can distinguish between the scents of Awadhi Biryani and Chettinadu Biryani in her sleep.

Find a girl who likes Biryani. You’ll know she does because she sniffs the air in anticipation when the waiter is bringing her order. She’s the one who has chicken bones stacked neatly on the side of her plate and an empty bowl of raita beside her in restaurants (Unless she’s not finished, in which case she’s…

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Fortune Cookies

NaPoWriMo Day#21: Rewrite Lines for the Fortune Cookie

Look under the table. You’ll be surprised.

Are those shoes really comfortable?

Sometimes life is gentle, sometimes it may slap you.

Are you with people you really love? Sure?

Chocolate is the best cure for depression.

You’d love a day away from all this, won’t you?

No, you cannot sing like Adele.

The person sitting on the next table is staring.

Close your mouth.

Be happy. Don’t try, just be.

You could do it. Just believe.

Trust her.

Love like you used to.

Laugh. You look pretty.

Tomorrow is going to be a bad day. Enjoy!

What you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Eat your cookie.