but my coffee is not perfect.
A bridge has collapsed in Morbi, twenty dead,
but I see two kilos more on my weighing scale.
I have bread to pick up and eggs to buy, but damn the Iranians-
why are they passive in the news headlines?
The kebabs in my new air fryer were promising.
One of my classmates got a bigger package. Manipur is still burning, and the Education Minister refuses to resign.
And wasn't it supposed to be a drought year?
Why is it continuously pouring here?
Alaas! My undies are not drying.
Liberals in this country, my foot.
Sometimes, I just want to paint my nerve endings saffron,
and become stupid, foolish, absolutely blind-
Not because I believe everything they tell me,
but because believing in nothing is exhausting too.
There is something almost peaceful about reducing
the world to the size of your own plate-
one can eat without thinking about famine in Gaza.
Sleep without thinking about the epidemic in Africa.
What luxury it is to scroll past a burning state
because the algorithm has already found a better reel.
Maybe that's what politics eventually becomes-
not choosing what is right,
but choosing which suffering you can afford to notice today.
Anyway, maybe I can switch to jaggery for weight loss, the country can wait.
It's protected by the ancient wisdom of scriptures anyway.