Ode to Chai

The cars fly by, impassive,

To the people on the street, who

Walk past the roaring sea.

Caught up in their own lives

A bottomless pit

They have only one constant



As evening falls and

The crow roosts at home

The cup of brown nectar

Prepared with Parle-G

To tease one’s taste buds

Arrives magnanimously

As if a bridegroom

In a baaraat


And the angry young chap

The impatient young lass

The wise old man and

The attentive old hag


All watch the sea in unison

Its ever-stretching vastness

The horizon’s limited infinity

And take a sip from that porcelain cup


One syllable escapes their mouth,

And that is, ‘Ahhh’.




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