Once upon a time,
I picked up the ripe guavas
sliced them into halves
sprinkled rock salt from a local grocery
peppered fresh chilli flakes
served them on a blue pottery plate.
That’s not how I would serve it though
just a habit from my Dad
he eats guavas like royalty,
treats them like the Alphanso mangoes
‘There must be equality amongst fruits’ he says
I on the other hand eat them
bare, raw sans add- ons
sometimes with their skin on
tastes like a day of farmer’s toil
from a farm in Allahabad.
Yesterday it tasted of a mouthful of reddish earth
garnished with curses and swears
tying my intestines
into a blood stained noose
that farm in Allahabad
Once upon a time.