Reflections on a lazy Sunday afternoon…

On the verandah, lying on a chattai

Soaking in the warmth of the sun

Languorous stretches and a restless charm

Can hear the groundnuts softly cracking up

The neighbor’s cat takes a majestic sweep on the parapet,

looks down disdainfully upon us

and moves on, to observe the interesting tussle between the sparrows.

The spicy smells of lunch being prepared, waft through the windows of surrounding homes

And make my pesky sister quiz me on what they may be

What do you think is cooking, she asks.

And I look at a kite flying astray in the sky

It doesn’t have a direction,

Is probably guided by a young hand,

The gliding movements provoke a telling ache within me.

Ma asks me to sit up,

Soon I can feel soothing hot coconut oil touch my scalp and slowly trickle down my neck and follow the curve of my spine.

Noori comes running to offer slices of freshly cut amrud,

But I decline,

And wait for the angoor.

Maya and I lie back on the chattai and begin our game,

She traces figures, people and animals with her chubby fingers on the clouds that are in no hurry,

The white wispiness makes us sigh, the sigh of childhood dreams.

Our eyes smile,

Our lips crinkle,

With the sun in our eyes and the taste of humor that is soon to fly.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s