Butterfly Dance

In this strange year of pandemic upheaval, where life has been upended and kept us largely confined to our homes, I received two memorable gifts.

One, was a set of masks made by a friend. She made it from a saree. The light cotton mix material, double layered, with pockets for filter stitched meticulously by my thoughtful friend to show off the pretty pattern.  She made seven of them Continue reading “Butterfly Dance”

Weary Traveler

Welcome home, weary traveler

Unburden yourself;
Lay down the heavy trappings,
Wash off the weariness.

For you have given too much;
Entrenched in the lives of strangers
Trying to ease their drudgery
With your benevolence.

So,
Ensconce in the warmth of your abode,
Take comfort from the cocoon of sleep,
Rejuvenate as you breathe the first crisp air of autumn.

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Compassion

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Image by Shelly Paul

That morning, Kannamma felt the weight of seventy years of life on her thin, frail body. She made a final check on the contents in the large bamboo basket. The green bananas to one side, small, tall and fat yellow bananas spread round the rest of the basket. Between the green and yellow, there was one dozen red-bananas. Those were special delivery for the bungalow-lady. Even the thought of the bungalow-lady brought no smile to her face that morning.

After inspection, she pulled the long, free end of the old, frayed cotton saree, rolled it into a bun and placed it on her head. Habitually she reached for the basket, when her hands caught her attention. She stood back staring at them. She examined the open palms closely then turned over her hands as she ran her eyes ruminatively over the sinewy veins through the infinite creases on the withered brown skin.

Memories flickered through her mind and reflected on her face. She clasped her hands together, tightly, unable to let go. Finally she released her hands, sighed heavily as she bent down carefully to pick up the heavy basket. She lifted it with all the might of an ant, Continue reading “Compassion”