By Hema Ravi
Grandma’s house resonates with distinct sounds and scents
of agarbathis* and aromatic spice(s)
In gleaming tins and porcelain jars the contents
were stored, hand-pounded by grandma, all in a trice.
The ‘clang’ on the brass filter ere decoction fresh
added to creamy milk with aroma pleasant
for heavenly ‘kaapi*’ to start each day afresh
Tumblers filled and emptied, brought smiles effervescent.
While grandma meditated with large pots and pans
Grandpa pored over religious texts for long hours
Our play would halt when we had to wash feet and hands
In prayer we stood; to deities, offered flowers.
In that easy chair sat Grandpa under the large neem
post the sumptuous dinner, it was story-time.
As the full moon in the sky continued to beam
We sat all eyes and ears, until it was bedtime.
Guavas and mangoes have gone; neem tree’s survived
Continues to invite the parakeets and crows
ammi and aattukkal* shelved when the mixer arrived
What happened to the assortment of pans, God knows!
The memories lie frozen in pictures of the past.
Now trendy, the large mansion does have its appeal
Technology had cast its spell on all too fast.
Progeny elated — they have got a square deal!
*Agarbathis: joss sticks used in prayer.
*Ammi, aattukkal: grinding stone
Hema Ravi is a poet, author, reviewer, editor (Efflorescence), resource person and independent researcher. Her writings have been featured in several online and international print journals, notable among them being the Metverse Muse, Amaravati Poetic Prism, International Writers Journal (USA), Culture and Quest (ISISAR). She is a freelancer for IELTS and Communicative English.
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