this post is mostly spurred by hari's shout-out- thank you stinky, i've mssed you too :p
am back from two weeks of Pune sun/rain, fun, hard work and heartache (more on the heartache later) was there on work (loads and loads of it) and will be back there and going to other places as well all through next month- so, posts will be few and far between. hopefully interesting food experiences should come of it all and merit some blabbering about here, so take heart my darlings!
the one new spot of personal growth that came of this last jaunt was that I wrote, after ages. yes O somewhat-suspecting, few-but-well-loved readers, i write. unstructured and mostly strenous poetry- but that's your call to take. this one's an oldie though, i can't summon up the mental effort to dig up my Pune poem and post it here. it's called 'for meerakutty' and here it is, in its 'Nth' re-written avatar- still not happy...
For Meerakutty
She will have hair that skips
to every step she takes;
getting in the way
of her penny-round eyes.
And her smile will reveal
milk-tooth-gaps
that tell their tales
in candy-red tongues.
She'll itch for make-up,
scarves, and all things pretty,
skim ponds for tadpoles
and flit with dragonflies.
Then, scabby knee'd, at close of day,
she'll crawl onto my lap,
into my dreams; and in sleep
our hair will entwine.
