Pati’s Face (Recollections of a Grandson)

It looks like yestermorn

That I sat by the kitchendoor

Avidly devouring  the stories

Of Rama,Bhima,Krishna,Arjuna

Reeled out while she went about

My dishes favourite-

Poori-palya,dose-chutney,

Jamun and sajjige,aye more

Made so tasty-moulded so,

With  fount of love ageless.

But  today. . . . . . . . . . .

She is a ‘FACE’

On my computer.

And as  I look at it,

Tears flow down,while years roll back,

Revealing one more time

The naughty boy by the kitchen-door

Disconnecting  the phone

To hear undisturbed the stories over and over,

While savouring what all prepared

With great care

BY PATI—MY PATI,

NOW…….A FACE……..ON MY COMPUTER.

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