Khichdi, oh khichdi, your bright yellow hue,
When I see post-its, I think of you.
You are so easy to digest,
You give my tummy needed rest.
You are so warm and soft inside,
With carrots and beans you swell with pride.
You truly have much glory and fame,
But, to me, you will always be the same.
A bowl of mush I eat when I'm ill,
I think it's time the truth I spill.
I'm sick of you,
I want you no more.
To eat you everyday,
Is a BORE!
So ends my ode to khichdi, so untrue,
May the peas and forks be with you.
2 comments:
Yes, even the best thing can be irksome if it is always around. It's really a treat to read your "Ode to Khichdi". On the whole, you've been very kind to the mushy 'khichdi'. It's a boon too when we are sick and we need light food easy to digest. It was nice to read this ode. It's almost a routine with us too to have 'khichdi' as the staple food at least once a week and we're quite happy with this arrangement. Of course, we make it 'chatpati' with 'Anardane di chutney". Cheers!
hey rooj! kool stuff ya got here! oh, i seriously remember how much u used 2 h8 khichdi. i c u hvn't changed a bit!
good luck wid da muck!
(tho it isn't 2 bad if u don't hav 2 eat it 24x7)
luv,
miti titi!
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