Karim Uncle's Bakery
Karim Uncle's Bakery
Sundays meant a pilgrimage,
to Karim uncle's bakery.
loaves soft and white,
with slight brown tinge over them,
looked like trophies,
to be taken home.
The dough kneading machine,
rolled like a gigantic monster,
tied to a steel rod,
and grunting his displeasure,
in doing same work for hours even on a Sunday.
pieces of breads, useless crumbs,
would attract dogs of the neighbourhood,
they would sit near the entrance of the bakery
like guards,
watching over every visitor
to the site.