The air hangs heavy on a Sunday morning
Nauseating oil and ghee and the sauted spices
The wives in kichen fry puris. The men on the verandah debate
Matters of national and international interest
Restless kitchen. The new bride – her voice, her opinions
The wrinkled, firm hand restrains her. Tell us. We will hear
The ordeals of the kitchen.The shames of the bedroom.
Let the men deal with the world.
The debates sink in the oil. The smoke is heavy
Close the door- snarls the man. The smell is nauseating
The women do as told. They are safer within closed doors.
With the nauseating ghee. And the sauted spices.