"Rasam" - by Bhumika Raikote of BA Final Year 

Picture Credit: Special Arrangement 

The pure delighted liquid,

Quench juice of tarmarind,

The Sweetness of her love,

In hues of turmeric.

The sliced raw onions,

Simmering of oil,

In hot mixture of tastes,

With mates of jeera and rai.

The fragrance of rasam,

Fill the place with delight,

The wed of rice with rasam,

Decored as buffet.

Each bite of the meal,

Heals the soul,

As the feel of heaven 

On the grounds of hell.