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Of Balijatras long ago

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Cool dust filled November air

Hovering over the Great Fair

Cuttack of long decades back

That keenness my eyes now lack

With only two paper tenners

My gait knew little manners

Handicraft stalls I avoided

Fragrance of fresh bara invaded

Oh ! Biting bits of bara with tarkari

Savouring each morsel no hurry

The two anna hard ice popsicle

Real friends not virtual  ones

The runny sour dahibaras

Not in any way interior to somras

Ah the hot spicy baromoja

Onion laden sprinkled with peanuts

Raavan bellowing like a bull

Mandodari was the grocer

Trying to move ladylike

They never had been on FB live

Barabari Fort stood witness

The dedication the finesse

Alas the putrid smell of rotten food

Nostrils tickled by smoky wood fires

Legs tied by Time soul never tires

Past present merge together

Balijatra flavours I remember