It’s taken me time to find
a true account
of who we are.
The provenance of the world
passed me by
till recently.
Three years ago I realized
that chhana
was not timeless.
It was
brought in by the Portuguese.
Since then I’m wondering who
the Portuguese are, and why
they are now all but forgotten.
Is chhana
a gift of consciousness;
was existence bestowed on it
by our awareness of
this curd-like mass
or was it always extraneous,
journeying
from a source?
Exactly that
question pertains
to the Portuguese—
that, not knowing them, can we
assign to them veracity?
These conundrums did not throw
me out of gear four years ago.