Written for: dVerse Poets – OpenLinkNight #187
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Vapors of onion kulcha rose
from plate, along with its
companions of Naan, and a crispy
cracker-like bread. Dipping
sauces were set down–red, green,
sweet, spicy–all delicious.
I ordered a spinach and cheese
(paneer) dish that melted
on my tongue. Ladled from
a copper bowl, yellow-threaded
rice, a perfume party for nose
for nose and palate. Seasonings
were dark exotic spices I had never
tasted. I was hooked. Indian
spice tea was a hot, fragrant
end to a perfect meal. On the way
out, a decorative dish of fennel
seeds rested on counter. Aroma
of anise sprang to mind. Told
to chew some, I did. A wonder
for the digestion. I left a
die-hard fan of Indian cuisine.