Almost at home
 all through the year 
 I  pay least attention
 to my dress.

I drape  a  bottle green sari 
wear  a  bright red blouse
my hair is  peppery,  tied  tight,
the only one that is in order

is my bindhi, round and red
 in the middle of the forehead.
a streak  of sindhoor  smeared carelessly 
where the line parts the hair.

Noted for my sense  of colour
 and the way I carry myself
 my staff  who are the only ones
 that see me  nowadays,

bite their ears, saying
” What has happened to amma?
“She looks strange,   Overhearing 
 I walk away smiling , not missing to 
see my  reflection in the mirror.