Oh, To be born in a culture, That appreciates grains, spices and flavour, To have recipes passed down through generations, Of something...

History repeats itself they say, They're not entirely wrong, But when history repeats, Cycles complete, Information reveals itself,...

I gasped, When the introspection, Led to a revelation, Like it does almost always, And this time, It made me stop and stare in silence,...

The clouds have accumulated all over the sky, They haven't started pouring yet, But everything is not going to be no longer dry, They've...

As I lay the soft mashed potatoes, On the crispy puri on my plate, With spicy green chutney, Made with fresh coriander and mint leaves,...