it is dusk, Kali
piles the grains
covers them with a tarpaulin
lest they become wet,
scatters the empty stalks
to dry,
Kaliamma packs up
lifts her son from the thuli,
both walk hand in hand
rejoicing the day which
has brought them a fortune.
Smiling they sing together,
thanga nel aruppu, eleleo , eleleo
Kali turns passionate, pulls
Kaliamma to him, holds her tight
closes her mouth with love, Taken aback
by the sudden outburst, she
reciprocates with hesitation,
perhaps mindful of me following.
I sweep back the tears
that come down my cheeks
unexpectedly, Stay away allowing
them to be alone, They reach home,
and after a hot bath Kali partakes
the porridge, feeds his wife.
They figure me standing at a distance
Kaliamma fills the gruel in the palm leaf cup
My eyes glisten with tears, as I slowly
pour down the hot rice down my throat,
As it goes down my food passage, I realize a
tranquillity never before felt, admire her simplicity
Kissing Kaliamma’s hands, I experience an untold bliss.
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