Memories
The smell of tender cashew, green and juicy,
pulls me to her, my Ammumma, granny,
she will be taking out tender cashews for the curry;
now one will go to her curry cuttings, and one in my mouth.
It’s tender, slightly punchy with its aroma, and juicy
just like the memories of an era gone by.
Wandering around the red Amaranths, lingering near the cow shed
and wondering about the hens’ swiftness and stunned stillness,
burying coins in the wet sand where the dish-wares were washed hoping it will sprout as a magical coin tree, then running back to a house full of loving people, the stories that were waiting to be told at lunch and dinner times, of course, with a stick to discipline a child who won’t have food otherwise. The vividness of Grandpa’s adventure stories mingled with the aroma of milk, cashew and jack-fruit--- memories are savories for the soul.
Hold onto memories, the sweet and sour mixture for the very roots to nourish all that is coming.
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