The path to the temple was packed with shops
Shops selling sweetmeats,
Chenapoda, Khaja, Rasgullas, what not!
Irresistible they seemed, I jumped right away
one of each atleast I want!
The shopkeeper put his hand up –
‘Stay away’ he said. ‘Don’t Touch the counter’
a bitter face he made.
Second servings were thrown on our plates,
from a feet above from where it was placed.
The bitterness never left his face
how ironic! A sweetmeat place!
Kochilanuagaon, a day later I went.
‘Let’s all eat together’ the hostess sais.
A huge plantain dolled up with food;
rice, chutney, curry and daal
cannot miss the papad, salad and pickle!
Some 8 of us we were, all huddled up
around the mighty plantain spread
our legs crossed, knees touching one and another
Dug into the mound of rice we did,
a feeling of shared togetherness, splendid!
You start with a bite, while I finish.
What is purity, pollution and all that shit!
While I just care that you are human, that’s it.
-28/12/2014, Purulia Express