trickle trickle trickle, did you say duddha sheet (milk-rice) and some l'il pickle?

A(arg)h Srinidhi Sagar,
i can hear a growl each time i pass thee,
but thats just my stomach warning me

Srinidhi Sagar ( from a safe distance )

i still make my way inside for a tea
but i am the chosen one, so i order their idly.

i make my way to counter D
brave, perhaps guided by my destiny

lo, behold, whom do i see, but Nanjappa 'lungi',
something was different, he was wearing a kurta, you see.

for in all of indiranagar history,
there has been one ingredient shrouded in secrecy,

indiranagar @ noon (it is a mysterious place)

with nanjappa wearing a shirt, i wondered if i would be lucky?
and sure as hell, the sambaar was insipid, how could it not be!

for the secret ingredient was not entirely a mystery,

But I ain't gonna disclose it here, so please bear with me.

Close-up, with Nanjappa 'lungi' in the background.
(sorry for the fuzzy picture - by this time, ze stomach was growling).

[Epilogue:] God, why do i suck so much at poetry?
can't i have a better muse, if only secretly :P