c a r a v a n

Odd

     

Amma's love tasted like a jar of
murabba well preserved for years.
a home of many posssibilities she
created love for us. I began observing
Amma's  love served in a rose dipped
kheer. In her later years Amma flew
like a parachute not caring what world around her said, she taught
me to be brave. like her love for woven pashmina or a chanderi scarf
she kept her heart on heavily embroided love for umbrella sleeves.
wish I could undo Amma's childhood
and put in her fist a surprise gift of
elaichi and curry leaves in her mother's kitchen. musk candles kept in dalaan of her childhood home.
fleeting moments, sunlit window,
Aam panna and a home full of
free and forlonged dreams.

-sumbul