Page 135 - Udaan Trial Book

I was a man of few words

Didn't really tell the couple,

Yeah, my lunchbox and a thermos
How I loved them. It has

Been bittersweet all along.

Still at lunchtime, when the
East, West, North, South

Get together, roti, dhokla,

Khandvo, sukto all come

Together, saffron threads
Of love around the green

Cardamom, I just see a

Diversity that has lived on

To permeate through so
Many lunchboxes in this

Country. And a panorama

Of memories is what the
Lunchbox leaves me with.

LEMONADE BY SOHA BRAHMA :XA