Three guests today
to an otherwise quiet day.
One comes to canvas
for the election, the others
seeking help for negotiations.
Election is not anything big
but for an association of a mercantile
community, Excitement as seen
in his talk and every move
turns infectious.
I catch it unknowingly
discuss with him, question
him continuously. After a time
I realize that I am too nosy,
stop my garrulous talk,
He gifts me a shawl
along with fruits. All at once
prostrates before me, I stand up
knowing not what to do. Dazed ,
I wish him success.
Wondering how to reciprocate,
I pull out a brand new brass plate
place some flowers, vilva leaves
and lemons, The arrangement
looks colourful,
white jasmine and red hibiscus flowers,
green leaves, yellow lemons. I offer
the plate to him, he falls on his knees
once again, embarrassed. I move
away quickly.
lest I stay there for a while
he would make me uneasy
again.
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