Dear Tomorrow,
![]() |
The progression of snow today - hour-by-hour from 7am - 2pm |
The sound of rain falling methodically on my roof
for no cogent reason
brings wafts of cardamom to my nose.
for no cogent reason
brings wafts of cardamom to my nose.
There are no cardamom pods being cajoled open
by the rhythmic pounding of my stone pestle
by the rhythmic pounding of my stone pestle
grinding cardamom fumes my way.
Yet, I smell languorous cardamom soaked in milk
sweet and warming my insides
without a tongue ever touching them.
I taste sweet mangoes
oozing their sunny gorgeous yellow
fleshy smooth pulp.
fleshy smooth pulp.
They stay momentarily in my mouth
while thick wiry fibers make themselves at home
while thick wiry fibers make themselves at home
in the most unwelcome places in my mouth.
They leave their entrails behind
coaxing me to stick my fingers with determination
coaxing me to stick my fingers with determination
to free them from the prison of my teeth.
No cardamom, no mangoes
just the persistent patter of drops
pouring down mango and cardamom flavored nostalgia.
Lovingly,
-Suparna
P.S. - Take the time to experience the rain, snow, whatever the weather (or what's happening around you) with all your senses. You never know when you crave cardamom or mangoes ; )
410
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.