Quintessence

This poem got published in Infosys Magazine - " Anukriti " An empty lane An empty game.. I just walk like -another sane. Even stars are missing out at night escaping every moment from my sight.. Flowers are mesmerizing but not more than you... Trees are mollycoddling .... But not as you do..... 24X7 Food courts , Serving me with, -Delicious dosas -Mouth-watering melon juices..& -Sumptuous Salads.... Yet , I miss those Spicy foods, and hot egg curries, you made and spoon fed me... ”Once” I tap my head and cough like hell when I pour out extreme hot coffees straight to my mouth.. &get  myself hurt.. Yet, I walk with a smile towards my bay, reminding myself of those sweet days where, you made hot idlies , with your feathery hand,& and fed me, after carefully pooh pooh-ing them. And when I asked ,  ”Mom, Why you are pooh pooh ing  it???” You smiled back and said ,  ”Else the heat will hurt you dear!!”