Swapna Nair
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

Evening hunger

Twilight zone ushers in hunger

Rumbles in the tummy

Blurred vision and palpitations

So a stroll I take

Sizzling eggs roll on hot girdle

Yummy parotta glimmers in oil

Luscious golden bajjis frying

Biscuits in a tin wink at me

Fragrance of coffee waft through

I pause…..

The fruit stall beckons me gently.

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