. . . . and If I am reborn
Let my eyes first see the whiteness
Let my skin first feel the smoothness
Let my body first soak in the depths . . . .
Let me be born a plate in the Ratna’s Cafe - To first see the soft Idlies be placed so comfortably on me.
Let me be born a plate - My skin to feel the smoothness of the texture of the Idlies thus bestowed upon me
Let me be born a plate - My body soaked in unison with the Idlies.
When a divine entity places the Idlies on the plates - Oh My God! Let time pass quickly so that yet another one pours forth - The cascade of the Sambar! Love knows no separation. The Idlies and Sambar are but one that divinty thus bestows to the seeker in The Ratna’s.
The Sambar’s overflow on the soft and squeezy Idlies make it only more edible to the seeker. He is therefore enabled to enjoy the taste of Love - That will appease his hunger.
Go Forth Humanity! Let Thy Taste Buds Be Treated!