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Epitaph

Sunder And Sonati

Epitaph

When Chithappa died
I did not cry
Grieve the dead, we must
But enjoy the lives of the living, too
What is gone is the body
What is gone is the soul
What remains are memories
Pleasant
(And unpleasant)
Small whole slashed aubergines
Stuffed with a secret spice mixture
And fried
Will always be, for us
Chinnathatha's kathrikai

A relationship is ended
The grief is for its ending
And joy for its having been