Through Changi

A cauldron on simmer,
Bubbling every second
of every hour.
Changing colour,
Exuding fragrant odour.
Occasional sounds,
Muffled quickly
by the silence that abounds.
Emotions arise
Fanned to feverish pitch
By an array of merchandise.
Rows and rows of shops
Offer all that one can ever think of.
An antidote
for the pain of separation,

@Changi airport, Singapore.

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at

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