Two is better than one

In honor of the better half of our friend, who also plans to run the short marathon.....( she runs and makes payasam; as for him, well, he only runs....)


He stops
at the 30th kilometre
feet jogging
in place,
the cell phone
to his ears,
bobbing
up and down.

But
no one answers.
He frowns,
as back home,
the milk
collects together
thickening in worry,
herding the raisins
together
with the slivers
of almonds
and
pistachios.
Its cold
in the fridge,
and
they huddle together,
safe
in their sweetness.

She is not
at home;
but
at
the 37th kilometre;
waiting
for Poetic FR
(Family Resources),
to catch up.

And so
they jog
the last patch
together,
she
just a wee bit
ahead
of him.

And the pistachio
drenched in the
payasam
nudges the
slim almond
to say;
"Psst,
I told you,
She is actually
the one
with power;
the idli
just
told me yesterday,
when we
accidentally met
at Asian paints.....
canteen ....