Life's little trophies

In appreciation of this .

(Photos by Kavi)
Like a sunrise
on a winter morning,
the clean glow
and the radiance
trickles through
life's clouds.



Pewter and silver
on the shelves,
archiving
the successes
of
the now
not-so-little-ones.

A saree pallu
wiping a corner,
sometimes
of an inscription,
sometimes of an eye,
as she basks in the
home movies
in the theatre of her mind.

The phone rings,
and anticipation
turns to a smile,
as those with names
on the trophies,
call.

There is a stir
amidst the crowded cups
in the archives,
"Psst,
stand straight,
they are coming home,
I heard Amma say so"...

She puts down
the telephone,
looks up
at grandpa by the window;
He has heard,
from the look on her face,
the shining in her eyes,
the wonderful news.

Its evening,
and
the sun has set,
after a successful
traverse
across the skies,
having won its own trophies.

They try to rest,
much excited.
The archived trophies
too,
shine in anticipation;
Not for those who
got them,
but
for the
coming home
from Bengaluru,
of
the littlest trophy
in their lives......