Forlorn puppies hunt through the trash in search of food Incessant honking pounds my eardrums Putrid hints of smoke and diesel followed by the overwhelming stench of rotting trash scorches my nostrils Uncontrollable spice followed by sour lassi irritate my tastebuds Dirt rests in the barrier between my feet and the floor
Bejeweled saris radiate from neon lights Quiet mantras echo off the walls of the yoga studio Aroma of fresh baked dosa weaves up and down streets The wetness of one pomegranate kernel refreshes my mouth Slippery canary yellow kheer oozes out of my fingertips