Thursday, September 16, 2010


The day after
My father began acting strangely
Woke up at dawn
For the first time
In twenty years --
I know, I get up early
To be ahead in my studies --
Then went out for a walk
Came back in an hour
Made his own coffee
Created such a ruckus in the kitchen
That my mother who goes to bed at 1 a.m.
After washing the vessels
And tidying up
Got up in alarm,
Only to be greeted
With a warm cuppa.
"Are you allright?"
She asked anxiously.


Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

abnormally normal, unusually usual...

Prabhakar said...

Now he has no excuses.

P. Venugopal said...

He had been most likely feeling very deeply about the unceasing toil your mother had been putting in to keep things going, decade after decade, year after year, day after day. He had always been meaning to atone...I feel the same about what is happening in my home. In another six-and-a-half years I too am retiring.
Touching poem.

Prabhakar said...

Venu, We would make the transition smoothly. We would gladly share household chores. How's the little one.?

P. Venugopal said...

She is just superb. I hear her beginning to wake up as I type this. It will be busy time for me for the next one-and-a-half hours, engaging her while her mother and grandmother get ready to go to their workplaces...Yes, we will make the transition smoothly. It will be like returning to the womb, as peaceful as that.