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The Samosa Sojourn

(by Amita Jayant Sanghavi)

‘’And do you need anything, beta?

What did you have for lunch?’’

I hear the love,

I feel a lump

My shoulders slump.

I seem to go

In a trance,

Where surfaces

A samosa memory;

Of chilli hot

Fire hot,

Spicy, crisp,

Just fried

Potato and peas delicacy.

A waft of aroma

Of cloves and cinnamon,

I am so lost

In my tongue’s

Samosa sojourn.

She says,

‘’Are you there,

Hello, hello...

Did you eat?’’

Why does she repeat!

I say quietly,

Almost inaudible,

A whisper leaves

My lips-

‘’I don’t need anything,

I am fine, though

Samosas I do miss.’’

In the snow,

-9°, 9 knots of wind,

A distant phone booth

One pound call,

The first snowfall,

Of my first winter

@University of Lancaster.

I try to speak up:

‘’Yes Maa, rest all is fine,

Everything is perfect,

Until I sit alone to dine.’’

I leave the details


“I miss your lovingly

Served pooris,

A thali full of sweets

Variety of savouries,

Along with piping hot rice

With ghee and dal,

Home cooked food,

And the pleasure of

Having all I could...’’

I say not a word,

Strong wings, stronger bird.

I repeat, without the whine,

‘’I wish I did not have

To all alone dine.’’

The other end

A silence deep,

We hear the tears

In our voices drip,

As they sting the eyes,

The overflow of liquid salt,

All chat comes to a halt.

Three minutes done,

I hear the beep…

The line cuts,

Thank God,

I was so close to weep.

Apart from Mom,

No one asks,

‘’Did you eat?’’

Sigh, sigh, sigh.

Next call,

I tell myself

It's ok to lie,

‘’Maa, I just had

The yummiest apple pie."

(Lancaster, UK, December 2002)


Amita Jayant Sanghvi is a poet, lecturer, and writer who lives in Muscat, Oman. She can be found at, Facebook, and YouTube.


For dough:

1 c. all-purpose flour

2 T. oil

salt to taste

1/4 t. ajwain


For stuffing:

3 - 4 potatoes, boiled, peeled, and mashed

chili powder, to taste

1/2 t. dry mango powder

1/2 c. cooked green peas

1/2 t. garam masala

salt to taste

1 - 2 green chilies, finely chopped

1/2 t. fresh ginger, minced

1 T. fresh coriander (cilantro), finely chopped

peanut or sunflower oil for frying

green chutney


Combine flour, oil, salt, and ajwain.

Add a little water at a time, patting and kneading into a soft, pliable dough.

Let rest for 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, in a bowl combine potatoes, chili powder, mango powder, garam masala, salt, and green chilies, mixing well.

Add peas, mixing lightly without smashing.

Add coriander.

Take small pieces of dough and roll each into a circle approximately 4 inches in diameter.

Cut each circle in half.

Fold each semi-circle like a cone, using water to seal edges.

Place a spoonful of filling in the cone and seal the third side using a drop of water.

Heat oil over medium heat in a deep saucepan, and fry samosa until golden brown.

Serve hot with green chutney and tomato ketchup.

2 comentários

Eat, Darling, Eat
Eat, Darling, Eat
20 de ago. de 2021

Such a touching reminiscence, standing in a phone booth, missing Mom's samosas. (And how different life is today when every college student has a cell phone.)


Vanya Marinkovic
Vanya Marinkovic
20 de ago. de 2021

Lovely. You are a great poet! Touching story I wish to try the recipe!

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