Lozaan Khumbah (Tamenglong, Manipur)
On A Day Like This
On a day such as this,
When the rain falls pitter-patter,
Lightning dances and thunders grumble
And a lone cricket sings a solitary tune:
I remember an old, warm kitchen-
Thatched roof, bamboo walls, wooden window
Graced by the presence of great grandma,
A smoky log-fire, a kitten asleep nearby-
And us kids huddled together round her
Listening, with unreserved attention, stories of old.
Grandma to many a fortunate kid,
She was always that old to me;
Wrinkles everywhere, yet what a comfort!
And her stories of magicians and witches,
Of poor orphaned kids and cruel step-mothers,
Of great hunters, warriors and spirits-
When I was a kid, I was all of them.
Oh, how I longed for her to tell me my story!
Stories to lull me to peaceful sleep,
Or on her lap to a pass a rainy day.
And on a day such as this,
Sitting on a study-table, writing on a laptop
A fan on the ceiling, CFL light on my right,
I look through this glass window-
The rain falls pitter-patter.
I can almost hear her rugged voice, laughter…
I linger on the memory but the story breaks,
And I miss her terribly!
I try to smile but I want to cry.
I watch the rain fall, I listen to their rhythm
And I long… Oh! I want to go home!
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