Reminiscence
My
mother wondered why her vinegar-soaked vegetables
Never
became pickles, yet the jar was always half empty?
She
dreaded our looking forward to festivals, our informing guests,
About
"happy birthdays", for she was certain, after that we would be ill
We
hid behind cupboards to gobble up stolen, sweet athirasam
My
mother wondered why her sick child grew so fond of the corner shelf.
Fluffy
clouds were heaps of ice cream, ours for the asking!
Swallowed
seeds could sprout giant trees in stomach garden!
Babies
were couriered by cranes, Death was sound sleep.
Childhood
had many answers, repartee for heart's queries.
Annam Ragamalika teaches English
at Loyola College, Chennai. She majored in English from Central University of
Hyderabad and is currently pursuing her PhD in Madras University. She has
published research papers in journals such as Impressions and Wizcraft journal
of Language and literature. She likes reading and writing poems and her poems
have been published by Kavya Bharati.
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