Long and short Brinjals, cluster of dark grapes, fiery blue flame from cooking stove,

multitude of green vegetables, soft and spicy yellow powders, shiny and cute orange

carrots, primal red in chillies, capsicums, you see more colourful rainbow in your kitchen

Lovely kitchen floor, crystal clear water, reddish and bluish fire, cloudy fumes and

rising smoke, open windows welcoming wind, you have natures primal nurturing

forces (Pancha-boothas) in your cooking house

Fine textures of food, mouth-watering soups, nostril assaulting spicy rices, all the visual

Appeal of well -cooked colourful dishes, myriad musical sounds of simmering , boiling and

amusing whistles, you have all the senses (panchendriyas) pleasing elements in our small

Food factory

All the glossy utensils, crusty glass glasses, porcelain and ceramic ware with beautiful floral

Motifs, little spoons and forks , brass and silver plates

You are my dream and you make me dream

You offer me your lap and your bosom

You make me curl up effortlessly

You turn me upside down unknowingly

For that extra comfort

You make me forget all my troubles,

The terrible ones and the trivial ones

You make me ignore time and nights

you make me alive and keep me young forever

you are my daily tryst, you are my trust

you are my rest and you are my crest

I will never have enough of you                   

You bring the brightness amidst the darkness

You make me do all this with my eyes closed

You are the deep sleep, the SOUND SLEEP