The first time of anything
Is fascinating
Arriving by night
In a strange land
Waking at dawn
To the first sight of it
The sun on this
Particular East
Being wholly new
The specific scent of air
Emanating from the land
And its people
The sight of food
Not seen before
Having no idea
How it will taste
As it enters my mouth
The sweet sweet taste
Of chukuu in India
Lingering on the dry
Texture of my tongue
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