Dhyana Holla

Turmeric Tales Dhyana Holla

Come here. Let me whisper in your ear. Tales of a foreign world will grasp your attention, making you gasp, as your world comes to a standstill. A strange driver will look you square in the eye and refuse you a ride. You will pluck a piece of paani puri - a tangy and crunchy savory indian snack - and eat it, the spiciness flooding your senses. Fables of a poor man on the streets, with a broken bottle. You give him a hand. You touch your cheek, and start to see the real you. Not the one who stares at you harshly in the mirror. Words float on your tongue, as you repeat the poems word for word. You touch the pages, a crispy cream white. Forget about the insistence of the world for some time. Come here. Listen to the words lapping into your ear. The thirstiness of the ink, trying to clutch the rocky shore of the pages. Sniff that aroma that awaits you, a well worn book, sitting in the high ends of your library. Gaze at the phrases that you read into the heavy night as you tell your responsibilities to wait. Come here. Let me whisper in your ear.