I for Idli – The Love of My Life

Dear idli, like the moon,
In its shining glory,
A perfect white disc of joy.
The pleasure of dunking you,
In sambar and chutney,
And letting the idli,
Slide down my throat.

The joy of freshly ground molaga-podi,
Mixed with sesame oil,
The crunch of the dal in the podi,
The generous oil-soaked, podi-wrapped idlies,
That have accompanied generations of comrades on train journeys.
Oh idli oh idli, they add sauce and spice,
Some capsicums and onions,
Then call you Schezwan idli.

Frying you with chickpea flour,

Adding chillies they call you fried idli.
Come rain or shine,
You dear idli,
Shall always be my true love.
Oh idliye, oh idliye,
Yaenna yaena saiyya poghirai πŸ™‚



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