Morning Rush

Sunday, at the sweetshop:

First, they will run out of jilipi,
Second, there will be no singara left,
Third, the final khasta kochuri will disappear,
Fourth, dhokla will leave behind scraped coconut bits.
Fifth, kalakand and gujia will have fresh trays.
Sixth, the bonde hill will lose structure and shrink.
Seventh, two men will fight over the last malpua.
Eight, a large hollow bhar of mishti doi will retire.
Ninth, jol bhora will beat chocolate shondesh.
Tenth, I will clean out the radhaballabhi-alur dom
and I will return to my mother, declare I won.

She will say I forgot the roshogolla.