by Rishik
When we were younger we were never told
great epics nor were we made to learn to cook
that steamy biryani, prawn sambal, chicken curry
or mutton kolumbu like a traditional indian family.
No. We had other stories to inspire us with greatness
and give cause to celebrate. and when we found no other cause
we saw reason enough in each other, for the dance, food and chocolates.
But then for awhile, the music stopped playing, and suddenly
someone realised that the chocolates had been left uneaten, and
23 stoves were simultaneously abandoned, and left to die.
It was chilly for awhile. I wish I had a hand to hold, or a lap to lie on.
Im not sure if Ill ever again remember what real food tastes like.
Seems that everything I eat will be inevitably laced with salt.
not that im complaining. perfection wouldnt have half deserved
its title had it lasted forever.
these days we still meet for chocolates, and indian music (new and old)
and we still dont read epics of great warriors and heroines.
It alway seemed a joke to compromise for fiction,
when there was so much more life in living life itself.
So much more courage and valour than any war or battle could have seen.
Plus, most importantly, you cant really taste anything,
chocolate or otherwise, while reading.
And thats why we dance. because we cant stand not to live.
