I Wonder

How many pleats perfect the fall in Radha’s sari? What portion of turmeric flawlessly lights up mum’s curry? Without spice, how can some people have last names like, ‘Achari’? When meeting after long, why does Tom ask Harry, ‘What’s the story?’ Why do tiny fruits have to cost an arm and a leg; like blueberry? When there is already diced tomatoes, why the need for puree? Who thought to give spicy adult sauce childish names- ‘Parry-Parry’? How can something that cannot be drunk, be called ‘straw’berry? Would a kilo of grapes married with some chaser, make my vision blurry? Why would something that glides on water without wings, be called a ferry? Like most beautiful desserts, should I have started the first line in reference to a cherry? I wonder, and sometimes I wonder too much; that in itself can be scary.