ketchup

It is not the soggy puri
or the tepid lassi
I hold against you.
In fact, I forgive
the bitter gourd too.

Neither the burnt phulka,
nor stale paneer
can shatter my calm veneer.

But when you serve
crisp, golden dosai with
vile, synthetic ketchup,
it is all I can do
from throwing up.

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3 responses to “ketchup

  1. Ugh. This is very evocative!

  2. And ketchup very provocative!

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