Rice and sambhar, rasam, kootu
Poriyal, appalum and spicy moru
She smacked her lips and licked her hand
She burped and watched her belly expand
But Thaathi’s dinner was not done.
She called for her betel-nut box.
She plucked some betel leaves and washed them well
Folded them and drew out the stalk
Opened them out and dabbed some lime
Spread the lime and cracked a betel nut
Added the betel and a crush of tobacco
Dotted it with cubes of candy
Topped it all with melon seeds
Folded it up from all sides
And tucked it away into her ruby red mouth.
Now Thaathi’s dinner was done.
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