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Poetry by Anannya Uberoi

V. condifluoia

/ˈkɒndɪfluːɪɑ/ noun: condifluoia; plural noun: condifluoia

1. the specific scent of tea leaves in

boiling water when it soaks in six

strands of freshly grated ginger on the

hand-shredder, two pods of cardamom

halved before being cast in, one leaf

of freshly plucked basil from ma's

verandah, three waves of pa's cinnamon

shaker, one black peppercorn with one

clove together good for the cold, and

one star anise because it looks

pleasing as it floats atop the pan that

is now in a soft-flowing susurrus on

its way to form a homogenous,

beige-dusky drink – the panacea for

languor of fifty monday mornings in a

single sip.

3. the sudden comfort, as I alluringly

lean in to inhale the vapors, of the

tattered stall at george everest's

where nani is methodically detailing

her recipe for masala tea to raghu

bhaiya, which, forgotten, written, and

recalled over the years, is as

intuitive to me as a carrier pigeon

homing in on its destination.

2. the memory of himachal that follows.





Anannya Uberoi is a full-time software engineer and part-time tea connoisseur based in Madrid. Uberoi's poems and short stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Jaggery, LandLocked, Deep Wild, Tipton Poetry Journal, Lapiz Lazuli, and eFiction India. Uberoi's writing has also featured on The Delhi Walla and The Dewdrop, among other literary blogs.

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