The Curry Affair

  It’s that time in my writing epoch: the keyboard box is being dusted, but just enough to still retain the essence of my last piece. Some red liquid courage is being poured, but just enough to not drown the tsunami of emotions my most visible of arteries are whirling through. Some lights are dimmed, but just enough to be still able to visualise my reactions and outbursts these walls have seen me go through over the last few days. Some light music is allowed to reverberate, but just enough so as to not overpower the riot of lyrics my mind is waiting to drain out.  Chaliye, shuru karte hain, shall we :P  To set the context for the theme of this piece, let’s circle back to yesterday morning: my landlord scolds me yet another time for keeping food for pigeons outside my place, says it litters the floor and area around. In my defence, I get the space cleaned each day, I think I pretty well understand what behaving like a responsible tenant means. She still scolds me hard, I have stopped sa