Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Hungry?

When I am about to take the first bite of my veg burger , and I see the sad eyes of a dusty boy staring at me from the streets.
When a famous batsman swaggers onto the pitch and the crowd goes mad with adulation , chanting his name.
When the skies open up their tightly guarded treasure of raindrops and the parched earth swirls up its dusty arms, reaching up.
When a chance visit to a library , opens up the past and the kid’s eyes to an era long ago, and the kid is most definitely hooked.
When someone comes home with a tantalisingly close-to-the-top score, and is told that he/she can do it!!
The aroma of a freshly baked cake, escaping the confines of the kitchen and waltzing down the street, in gay abandon.
The inner drive that keeps one awake , in the wee hours of night , tapping at the keyboard,in a mad quest.
When the fragrance of toasted cumin combines with crushed cardamom pods.

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