Lull before the storm..oh how i yearn to live curi
ous.

Long as an intestine unravelled

An insipid rice dish,a sterile plastic container.i find that as i sit it all vanishes into air, thick with heat.the heat of a thousands suns.Oh how i long to be in the mountains,to walk and smell something that reminds of something.It's a funny thing that smell triggers memories,mostly happy,and for a moment you forget.

A village that sells aam paapad.Only aam paapad.I imagine it smells of mangoes all the time.I would
like to work there for a week.A long roll of aam paapad i would make myself.A few hundreds of metres long.Long as an intestine unravelled.