I was on my way back from the Neighbourhood Library in
Navagaon, Dahisar this evening after picking up two Asterix Comics when I suddenly
remember my craving for litchies. I hadn’t had them this season.
Usually, I stick to the Link Road and try to make it home quickly
because all the honking from others really gets on my nerves. Today, I swerved
into every gully of the IC Colony and dashed into every corner of LIC Colony on
the way only to find fruit sellers with no respect for litchi. King Mango rules
everywhere. But Litchi must be the Earl or something somewhere no?
I suddenly remembered that a few guys kept Litchi near
Borivali station. On impulse, I rode all the way to the station like a madman
on a concoction of adrenaline and serotonin until I found two people with a
basket full of what I was looking for.
I told him I had rode all the way from Dahisar for the
Litchies. His eyes widened. I think I gave him business hope. He gave me the
two dozens I asked for and added a couple more, for the effort probably.
I thought I must write about this. It’s not always that victory
comes in Litchi flavor!
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He rode
bedarkaar through
the diesel exhausts,
his mind
bumping in doubt
through the Western potholes
in rhythm with the
cacophonical horns...
Searching for something
amidst
the ruling party
mango men
crowding all venues
as if for a Hapoos Chintan Baithak.
And then he found her,
with her friends,
standing in groups,
some sitting
in bicycle baskets
some green,
and some
with a lovely shade of blush
hitherto unkonwn
to the blatant mangoes.
Tough outside
when she needed to be
but melting soft in heart
she smiled.
He held out his hand,
as she stepped in,
ready to ride pillion.
Flying through the highway,
a smile on his face,
saying,
"Lichi !
Yeh to meri Tamanna thi..."
A lovely one Hari! I always enjoy reading what you wrote. Do write some more frequently. Thank you for passing on the tongue of lichi. Will have to find them for myself now!!! :D
keep writing Hari.....@Ugich....lovely poem :)
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