Pakoras

sizzling oil

fried dough

smells of saunf

'home' shifts base

in the guise of a mother

Tummyfull of love

A tummyfull of love
What my mother gives me
The dust is rising again
and the sun is unkind
but my tummyfull of love
makes me smile
how do the mothers know
to mix kindness with the curry leaves
and toss in a smile with the salt
so everything becomes bearable
bad days
broken phones
cramps
longings
and this becomes a fat I don't mind