Momos, soft and supple,
waiting to be dunked in scarlet red sauce
But that cheese in the deep fried kind of momos is such a misfit
Thin wafer like pizzas
With the delicately spiced herbs
And when tikka flavored chicken is sprinkled on it, such a misfit
Cold creamy kulfi
On a stick eaten on sultry summer nights
But when the mango kulfi is merged with chili, such a misfit
Soft fluffy Poha
Sometimes with anaar, sometimes with aloo
Suddenly when curry leaves emerge from it, such a misfit
Hot bubbling Maggi
In a big bowl, soupy and steamy
When stuffed inside a samosa as a filling, such a misfit
Succulent Gulab Jamuns
In the perfect sweet syrup
When find their way into a cheesecake, such a misfit
Crispy roasted dosas
Drizzled with white butter
When stuffed with chinese Szechwan noodles, such a misfit
Freshly made pan
Made glorious with the concoction of choona, kattha and supari
Then dunked in chocolate syrup so rudely, such a misfit
Bento boxes in an indian railway compartment
Khakras on the bullet train from tokyo to kyoto
A bottle of Prosecco on the ride up to the Nilgiri Hills
A pitcher of buttermilk on the drive into Tuscany
Misfits
Part of the #NaPoWriMo Series
