Curry leaves

She told me
That they treated women like curry leaves floating in the Dal
They put us in the hot oil along with mustard, hing and turmeric
We splutter
We burn
We flavour the dal
And when we are served
We are picked out
And thrown
Straight into the garbage
She told me
Not to be the curry leaves
My Ajji (grandmother) and I both, idiots of the first order
We tried to be the dal instead
And got eaten up

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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

7 thoughts on “Curry leaves

  1. Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca

    Enjoyed the poem, especially the ironic twist at the end. Loved the connection between the grandmother and the poet.

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  2. Amita Paul

    A Catch-22 situation for women down the generations is described in this narration of an intergenerational exchange

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