Sepia winters

A walk round the house is all it takes to fall down the rabbit hole. This time it was a patchwork quilt – spun of old bits, uncovered by the sister in the hometown; most likely a vestige of our childhood years. This led me to others, spun from grandmom’s sarees – small floral pattersContinue reading “Sepia winters”

Sunshine

Summers begin withraw mango curries,jackfruit, cashew kernels,and ice applesbut it isn’t until I’ve hada bite of the Alphonsothat the nostalgia takes holdtransporting me to the verandawith the whitewashed walls.To the farm kilometers awaywhere the mangoes are still out of reachthe lone cashew, once a jump awayHas grown like an unruly teenager,drooping at the shouldersThere isContinue reading “Sunshine”