Mani cries, guava, papaya,
jackfruit, all neatly sliced
His dad, sits besides, a heap
of tender coconuts lie in front,
slashes the coconut with
a sizzle, takes out a tiny bark
delivers with a sweet talk,
a gesture expressing familiarity.
Rajamma and her husband kali
sweat while preparing fried rice,
mutton soup and omelets, masala
smell permeates.
Ramani’s Tea stall, has name
people from neighbouring
areas gather to sip the frothy
spicy tea.
The famed Jigarthanda, local delicacy
an admixture of milk, almond, sugar,
and sea grass, goes down the gullet with a swish.
Dinesh sports a dashing trend.
Watching their transactions,
executed with precision, keeping
time and quality, drive me to question.
Did they go to Harvard or Oxford?
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