Kolam

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.