Sweeter than biting was dissolving it slowly. I found an orange farm in the candy as a man did his lover in a ghazal. I wished I had an orifice at the bottom of my neck through which the orange saliva frozen as the candy fell into my hand for me to relish again. My pocket was empty, yet I enjoyed that voracious time. I was indebted to my grandma’s *konthala for my sugary spree. The savor of that candy still lingers in the mouth of my childhood. *Konthala is a Malayalam word meaning a temporary knot made at the upper end of a dhoti for keeping money. First published in SPOONFEED Magazine.