10 August 2009

I remember my long ... childhood mornings
When Ma would feed me breakfast ...
Steamed rice, mustard oil and a bifurcated boiled egg ...
I remember Ma meticulously bisecting that white wonder...

In December, I wouldt visit my Mashi ...
Sitting beside my Ma, I would try to see Kolkata through the Stained glass of Kamrupa Express ...
Mystic fog and ...white wonder ...

I would talk to Ma ... and would eat with her ...
My 'own' meal in Kamrupa Express ...

Ma would look at me and smile ...
I would be busy then with 'wonder' food...

Today I see her again ...
In my idle mornings in this impossible city ...
Waiting for me ...