An Ode to Idli - William Wordsworth Style : Ms Sujaya
I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats o'er vales & hills, When all at once I saw a sight, That filled my heart with thrills. Amidst the noisy city streets, Where life was in full sway, There stood a humble eatery, Where idli held its sway. Its steam arose in gentle waves, As it sat in its steel plate, With chutneys by its side, Ready to tantalize the taste. A soft, fluffy mound it was, Of rice and lentil divine, Its texture light as feather, Its taste, a magic sign. The idli sat there in its grace, A symbol of simple delight, A creation born of patient wait, A culinary poetry in its own right. No pomp or grandeur did it boast, No fancy flavors it wore, Yet it stood as a testament, To the beauty of being pure. The first bite brought a symphony, Of flavors, subtle & mild, A blend of earth & fire, That left me beguiled. And as I savored each morsel, In that idli’s company, I felt a sense of tranquility, A connection to eternity. For in that unassuming dish, I found a...
