Kitchen

Mother ambles in the living room of my flat:

Left-to-right; Right-to-left.

 

My flat seems bigger. 

I sit by my work-from-home makeshift desk (also my dining table). As she passes by, I watch her lips move but I gaze at my laptop. My resume half complete, I type, Experrrr.. 


I fidget with the keyboard for 10 seconds before I walk towards her.


I ask, What is it? 

She says, I am talking to your aunt and detailing the Kakarkaya recipe. I love it.

I pause.. look around in my empty flat.

I sigh. 


Point towards the kitchen. 

And pick out the vegetables for us.

 


**


Work from home

 

Bottle guard is now

redolent 

with my deceased aunty

 

 

 


Note: This is written for my dear friend, who now feels like a cousin, dearest Bala. His service to his friends and his family is unparalleled. 

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