Age does not wither .....

Some folks have a special eye for visuals. Be they of landscapes, beaches, animals, decorations, food, and sometimes, even people. See all his work here.

One such below, that brought back some memories of a friend's mother, who lived with her in Mumbai, returned to her native land a few years ago, but is now no more.


(photo by Kavi Arasu)

Kolam
at the door,
and she appears,
with a
genuine
toothless smile,
vibhuti*** on forehead,
as you enter
her home
with her daughter-in-law.

Mumbai
doesn't
overpower her,
she takes it in her
slightly bent,
but brave stride....

And she
bequeaths you
a welcoming nod,
asks her
daughter-in-law
something in her language,
smiles at you
going in;
to emerge again
amidst aromas
of coffee,
and
homemade banana chips.

She bids
you get comfortable,
then settles down
by a seat at the window;
looks up
at the building
next door
rising to the skies;
hands pointing,
she beams,
and
you don't need
any language
to know
that it's a proud Mom,
pointing to the big office
in Mumbai,
of her favorite son....

*** Vibhuti : sacred ash from worship/puja