The man walks to the dining
summons breakfast. an
indirect call to his wife.
She wipes her hands
adjusts her apron,
serves him hot “idlis,”
with tomato chutney,
followed by a plate
of fruits,
She runs back comes out
with tea brewed with milk
flavoured with cardamom and ginger.
Grandpa exercises authority,
finds fault all too often,
sugar is more,tea is less,
not all days leave grandma quiet,
at times, she quips. with anger
” I am also turning old,”
Arguments flare up
over the fuming cup of tea
one screams, other retorts.
Grandma and Grandpa.
live like this in an historic town
deep down in India
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