ਖੁਸ਼ ਦਿਲ (kush dil / happy heart)
By Sukhjit Kaur Khalsa
Published 26 August 2023
I arrive at JFK
after twenty-nine
endlessly elongated
uneventful
hours.
I walk through Manhattan
re-enacting childhood movie scenes
I climb the building and bridges
taking in this iconic city.
I taste every bagel, pretzel
pizza slice and local delight
but what I’m surprised to find
is your Queens home
is where my heart feels happy.
I see a tapestry of cultures
vibrant
bold
characters in conflict
unfolding their stories.
I feel the comfort of chaos.
My inner monologue
quickly switches to an old white guy
venturing through exotic lands
narrating his journey
to find the best masala chai
or something spicy like that.
The Guyanese cuisine sets the scene
as Punjabi pughs pulsate in Nissan Pulsars
Reggae melodies morph into the night
all intertwined
like a symphony of tongues.
I’m envious
of this country
where each subculture
has space to find its home.
I’m relieved to escape
the pasty panorama of Perth
upholding uptight British politeness
so, I embrace the freeing (yet polluted) air
slowly expressing
my true desi self.
We blast Babbu’s Red Gaddi Challenger
on the way to the kids’ swim class
whizzing past store names and street signs
that blow my mind
Gurdwara Avenue
Lassi Corner
Apna Bazaar
Singh Farm
Satgur Signs
King & Queens Punjabi Jutti
Where the bloody hell am I?
We walk the malls of Flushing
“The American Dream”
screams at me from all angles
Marshalls & Burlington sweating consumerism by the kilo.
My trip coincides with a nagar kirtan
a swarm of Punjabis buzzing
I hear blaring kirtan and katha
stalls of jelebi, kulfi, pani puri
we push through thousands
waiting in laborious lines
for mouth-watering chole bhaturey
while boys and men stare at me
with that Delhi death stare.
I feel my mum’s big chef energy
channelling through my body
as I spend most of my days in the big apple
cooking scones, pesto and daal makhni
chopping fresh watermelon and mint
sharing my love language with my kin.
I forage for Aussie favourites from Queens library
to read to your children
I try on your salwar kameezs and anarkalis
feeling more and more beautiful
with each glittering chunni.
I cook my famous veggie lasagne for your extended family
we sit around your firepit sharing poetry
and childhood tales
sipping on ginger ale and flavoured bubbly water
swaying on your porch swing like separated sisters
you get teary eyed as your firstborn reads from the heart
I feel special for witnessing priceless family memories.
While your toilets might swirl the other way
and my time with you has only been seven short days
I want to subscribe to your Queens way of life
my mannerisms were once deprived
but now my mother tongue has come alive.