"What is this curry? " I eagerly asked my wife
"How is it? She asked me a counter question
"Wow! What a delicious dish! "
"This is Face Pack Masala" she proudly replied
"Face Pack Masala? What is the recipe? "
"Ask your daughter for it"
My daughter intervened and put it:
"Dad, I was preparing my face pack,
And left the balance quantity in the bowl.
Mom took it and altered it for curry"
"Oh my goodness, I had it. What she added? "
"I added a Green Chilly, a few Curry Leaves,
And some Onion, that's all" wife answered me
"Then tell me what are the ingredients of your
Face pack? I turned to my daughter
"The mixture of some Boiled potatoes, Curd, Milk,
Wheat powder, Rice powder and Urad dal (Uzhunnu) "
She revealed the ingredients.
I went into a pensive mood.
Both of them unitedly asked me with anxiety:
"What happened? What are you thinking so deeply? "
"How a Beautician, a Master Chef
And a Poet come under the same roof! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''How a Beautician, a Master Chef And a Poet come under the same roof! '.....very delightful to read this poem
Thank you very much Indira ji, for your words of appreciation.