By Pragya Bajpai
Yet again, I land in a new city, a new rented flat After a long day’s work, I plan to treat myself like royalty tonight I imagine creamy mushroom risotto that melts under the palette and complements wine My appetite isn't willing to compromise even though it’s late evening Half of the stalls in the market are wrapped in rags indicating closure for the day Some vendors have earned enough to feed their family today I silently look around for fresh mushrooms in the unfamiliar narrow lanes eyes scanning kaleidoscopic vegetable heaps surrounding old and young women hiding helplessness with grace in the folds and gathers of the ageless fabric that survives every weather Their hopeful eyes follow me Probably, their enough-for-the-day is yet to be One of them tells me coldly, "You won't find in poor man's market what's meant for the rich" and that hit me I change my mind and buy fresh vegetables instead for a colourful salad too complements French wine That instant energy that one smile on the vendor’s face was worth it
Pragya Bajpai, Ph.D., is serving at the National Defence Academy, Pune. She has authored a collection of poems and has edited four anthologies celebrating the armed forces. email@example.com Instagram: pragyabajpai29
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Beautifully rendered,my very best wishes 💐💐💐💐
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