Poetry,  Uncategorized

Khatti

By a dusty city road

stood a wooden cabin

decorated with garlands of

tobacco pouches

and cut-outs of

Jesus Christ and Lord Shiva.

Steeped in the fragrance

of sweet, milky tea, it glittered with

peg-sized glass cups

brimming with tea.

Men flock to the chai stall,

like animals escape to a

summer lake,

for their hourly coolant and smoke.

The owner sits inside,

a sweaty king

of this bunch of motley

no-gooders

who measure time and temperature

in bidi puffs and slurps,

while an empty future

awaits them,

like the relentless

Kutch desert.

 

Note:

Khatti: Oriya word that means informal conversation between people that often lasts for hours and is considered to be unproductive.

Bidi: Oriya word for a homespun cigarette.

Seema Misra undertakes freelance projects for illustrations, content creation, copywriting, and social media marketing through her blog Lonely Canopy. To unwind, she watches world cinema or travels across it. She talks to her plants and sometimes people as well. But more often than not … you will find her curled up in her favorite corner reading a book while sipping strong coffee.

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