Saffron

Saffron is:
A bowl of kesari, roasted semolina glistening with ghee and Amma’s love.
Squiggly jalebis, crispy curls of sugary syrup floating in vats of oil.
Devotion to Hanuman, most faithful servant of the Prince of Ayodhya.
The rising sun setting the skies ablaze, and the aroma of filter coffee mingling with incense sticks.
Dead leaves falling off trees — Crunch! They go, as you step on them.
The flame of an oil lamp, burning continuously.
Robes of sannyaas.
Vows of renunciation from the world and its petty thoughts.
Quiet pride, accepting what you know.
And humility, accepting that what you do not know is more than what you know.

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