Malvika's Ramblings

Making Brinjal Bharta

Burn it

The fucker

Sizzles and hisses

Spewing saliva

But burning alright

Softening like ugly old age

I think this isn’t cooking

It’s therapeutic evil

It’s sweating now

Mangled beyond its fresh purple shine

And I turn it

To see that the pig is well roasted

On its butt, on its belly

It has been forked

Incisions have been made deep

So that the flames lick it from inside

I am beginning to feel sorry now

For the soggy sod

Is it done?

I have no idea

Like a first time killer

Who doesn’t know if

He should shoot again

Just to make sure.

Blink. Blink. A lil Think.