An accidental journey

I look around the raging flames. Iam the black cloud that circles the dark body. Iam inextinguishable and am in the heat of the moment. I've travelled many journeys and each felt like a beginning to an end...except this one...it ended in ashes, and I don't make any bones about it. The deserted train compartment was once full of sleepy heads, but I see skulls that I identify were my neighbours. The hand that rocked the baby lie in joined heaps of remains. I cry at their love and only death did them part. The water hose(s) of the fire ambulance wipe my tears dry, as its time to move on. I smoke out in dark circles, floating higher into an uninvited heaven. 'Rest in peace', I tell myself, as this journey by accident has just begun.

Chennai Chapatis

Cooking is a daily culture with most housewives and Iam one of the depressed blue faces when it becomes too daily a chore. I love food being cooked across various travel and lifestyle channels on T.V. and the delicate delicacy plated up for an eye feast. But when home food (almost!) is a call away and 'Chennai Chapatis' comes to my rescue, I thank my city for being on the food prefix for a whole menu of reasons:)
Yeah..food can be a place of solace and I feel redeemed when simple chapatis and dal, sambar rice/curry rice and that warm and fluffy curd rice consoles my stomach to a contented sigh finally.

It's my home away from home here...but eating humble is a cheerful reuninon with the food I knew from my past and today was one of those past perfect days.