Indian Rhythms
Spice fills the air.
I smell new flavours
as I drink in the excitement.
Drums beat in
different timing.
A Punjabi singer’s voice
lingers through my ears.
I taste Gulab Jamun,
I feel water beneath my feet.
I am at a temple.
Colours whirl in the streets
and people dance with fervour.
Celebrate the new
bride and groom,
To be married in 2 days.
I see money, celebration,
lights and jewellery everywhere.
But the people stare at a new attraction.
They stare at me.
“What is that white girl doing here?” They ask themselves.
A young white girl in India.
©Katherine Cox 2011
