A walk down to the corner shop
Under the scorching midday sun.
Sweat trickling down the forehead;
On a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Three bloody, extra ripe tomatoes,
Small sachets of red chilly, turmeric and cilantro powder.
Oil, jaded green chilies and two tear jerking onions
And to garnish some curry leaves and coriander.
A glass of cold water to quench the thirst
After returning home.
Some music in the background
To set the right mood.
A stainless steel knife, chopping board
Non-stick pan and a hot plate that’s turned on.
First the oil and then onions slither down the teflon,
Curry leaves and powders follow as they turn golden brown.
Moment of silence for the slain tomatoes,
Then everything goes in with lil water.
Stirring them well with a spork the aroma escapes.
Dash of salt and coriander. Tomato Curry's ready to be served.