I chew my words at the dinner table, Gather every grain on my plate, Like they are my thoughts, And eat spoonfuls after spoonfuls,...

To the little girl who always wondered, If she could make meals like her mother, For all the guests, And almost as good as hers. Let me...

If peeling oranges for someone, Is a representation of the fact, That you really care about someone, Then making dosas and chutney, Is my...

I am in a pickle, And I am the pickle. I am the piece of fresh fruit, Layered with condiments of emotions, And preservatives acquired as...