I recently came across a piece of writing by ‘The Ruminant Writer’, which goes as follows
She sits there right in front of me,
As serene as the nightly moon. Only
She ain’t. She is the bold dash of red spilled
On the monotone ambiance. She doesn’t fit in.
She never tried to. And somehow it always worked for her,
as she eclipsed everything and everyone around her.
And I suddenly remembered sitting on the banks of Bosphorous one darkly night, where the waves lapped on the yachts parked at the pier. The yachts bobbed up and down but the water beneath them was dark and fearsome. The moon was a light crescent, hardly lending any light to abate the fear.
Her eyes hold the wine of a forlorn wisdom;
An untold tale hangs upon her lips. I drink in her sight,
Knowing well I could never drink it all. She makes me wants to sense
More, feel more, for there is so much to her that my senses fail me.
The city of Istanbul clearly has loads to offer to those who are ready to assimilate the vibe, the history, the culture and the magnificence. Definitely a treat for the senses, as I had expressed earlier. And somehow there is always more to see, saving it for another time and space
Yes, she is madness contained in an
Exquisite bottle, waiting to be held, to be opened
Yes, she wants me to. I see it in her eyes. Maybe I will, and maybe
I’ll let her eclipse me this time
Traffic jams, honking cars, busy avenues and quaint cafes; Istanbul is certainly a maddening yet magical city. And here I am wondering whether the writer actually wrote this for a woman or Istanbul city. The connection is surely arresting!
While I will ponder on this further, later on, I will bring a close to my ‘Turkish Affair’ series with one of the most refreshing salads I have ever had. Fattoush is a common salad in the Middle East and Arabic countries. Toasted or fried pieces of pita bread, medium sized chunks of vegetables and roughly chopped lettuce is all what you need for this simple, energizing salad.