GOOD OL' DAYS.

 

Young, happy and gay

Outside was where

We were the whole day

Going home only for grub

To refuel and replenish.

The air - less polluted

Flora and fauna abounded

Blessed to have seen and caught

Butterflies of so many colors and variety

A sight which our children

Cannot see.

A nearby hillock - so rocky

Uneven steps, so slippery

Off the beaten track we climbed

Scraping our elbows and knees

Making the climb more 

Adventurous and daring.

Heard stories about this temple

Had caves that connected

All the way to the temples in the North

Equipped with water bottles

And candles (not everyone owned torches)

We set forth on our own pilgrim

Chickening even before we set forth

Vowing not to try it henceforth.

Closing my eyes,

Going back in time

I can still smell and feel the taste

Of Granny's cooking.

We also played cards together

Betting money of course

Amazing how she held them

In her arthritic hands.

Visualizing- plaiting her long wizened hair

Then twisting it into a neat bun

Not a daily chore but, a ritual.

Can see her reading newspaper

Her wrinkled face

A picture of immense concentration

My great-grandma

To us - an enigma!

Memories so many

So fond...

All i can say is

"I Miss You."   

For - dVerse