It was just a bad looking page
when I was flipping through the queen.
T'was no fun, to be no fun.
Love was prawns in the thoran.*
Tales of smirks, grins, bitterness,
palm reading in marine drive,
loneliness, hostel corridor,
All I remember now is my pink mosquito net.
My nights, acidic dreams,
I was followed, gagged, raped and murdered.
For everyone who left me there to be me,
I want to puke.
*thoran: a variety of vegetable curry seasoned with coconut, small onions, curry leaves and coconut oil. In memory of Anju Jude who made 'fort-cochin accented' thorans sprinkled with prawns and scents of the sea for the home deprived hostel inmate friend.
Yet another Kitchen Goddess here.