Monday, March 9, 2015


Staircase leading to the kolam, pond
Moss-laden, slippery
Porus-bricks that looked like blocks of home-made mysurpa
And then khadhar mundu
The air threatening to assume the smells of 
the yellow Sunlight detergent and the dark-pink Lifebuouy toilet soap
A specific smell of the village.
Dark-green water with a sheet of shadow and dry falling-leaves.
They stood immersed in water
Nudging each other under the green water cover
Purposefully oblivious about the translucency of water
The slow-rapid growth of their parts 
From flat surfaces to little mounds
The waters knew clearly how much they had grown
For they felt the heaviness of the parts, with each passing year.

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