The sizzling sounds that beckon me,With the indescribable aroma ofFresh tempering: Mustard seeds, Red Chillies and Curry Leaves.Is it Dosa? Is it Idli? I wonderWell, does it matter? Because the show stopper is the same always,Chutney: The Condiment that tickles my tastebuds,Making everything come togetherIn a frenzied dance on my palate. Sometimes sweet, sometimes spicyAnd … Continue reading Chutney. (A Poem)