Woke up one day to a challenge very silly
To test my ability to imbibe hot chilli
I’m Indian, used to spice, bring it on
Man, I’d live to regret the day I was born Continue reading →

Woke up one day to a challenge very silly
To test my ability to imbibe hot chilli
I’m Indian, used to spice, bring it on
Man, I’d live to regret the day I was born Continue reading →
I’m going through a Francophile phase
Cultivating refined French taste
Drinking no water, champagne instead
No roti-subzi*, but caviar on lightly toasted bread
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My breakfast eggs, like my world
Were looking rather bland
In need of of some enhancing
Maybe salt could lend a helping hand
In his portly, paunchy stature, I see acceptance of the God-given
and a disregard for shape