Rotiserrie - Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya
Rotisserie is a method of cooking. And it is mainly chicken. Coming from a spicy background, rotisserie looks very invigorating but the taste is something very different.
It is as if your hunger is not quenched but the burnt skin of those chickens make you eat more. It looks very palatable when resting on those iron skillets, joined by glass panels they get basted and roasted.
Makes one gaze at the glass walls of restaurants. Weather you want to eat them or not.
Standing on the frontier of the streets, like an open front those wide glass walled restaurants as if invite you to a different dimension. And one is spaced out. So humble a thing as food can be so ruthless when the stomach is empty.
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