She was lying on bed…alternating between life and death
She was frail with deep crevices on her face
And hollows in her cheeks, her eyes deep in their sockets.
When she opened her eyes, her thick cataract shone
The doctor had given her twenty-four hours to live.
“What do you want,” asked her daughter
“I want paneer tikkas and masala naan.”
“Have Ganga Jal,” said the daughter, “It is holy.”
“No,” was the hoarse and angry whisper.
She again lapsed into unconsciousness...
Was she going to the guillotine that they were asking for her last wish?
The paneer tikka arrived with the masala naan.
Her daughter first tried to put Ganga Jal in her mouth,
which she spat angrily.
She then put the paneer tikka in her mother's toothless mouth
And watched the serenity spread on her face.
What had God done to her in her ninety years
That she preferred panner tikkas to Him?
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