Do You See?
Kind of mixed times. Okay, let’s be honest. Trying times.
The vacation became a bit weird. My mom fractured her wrist yesterday — a very minor one — and is now sporting a large cast and a sling. She’s the stubborn kind. She was looking for something that had rolled under the bed by squatting down on the floor. While trying to get up, she lost balance and fell backwards. Luckily the head hit a plastic bin. The left wrist got caught in a jumble.
Can’t believe I described this at length. Shows how weary and shocked I am. And the worst thing is I or anyone in the family cannot be her caregiver in terms of bath, change, personal chores, etc. We’d need an attendant for a few days. Well, I’m upset.
That’s when they say the Goddess vanquished the demons and their king, Mahishasura.
I’ve grown up with a slightly different version. And I was toying with a nascent poem or prose poem, sort of narrative in style:
“Mahishasura, my King and Lover, do not believe them. You are not the villain. I did not slay you. They put a trident through your heart and made me hold on to it by force. Mahishasura, my King and Lover, I wanted you. They would not let me fulfill the want. They don’t want this woman-god to love and want. Their’s is a war story. Ours is a lovers’ saga. We know.”
Talking to children about books and reading is no kid’s play. I never want to sound cheesy and patronizing. My friend Lekshmy Rajeev, a writer and publisher, recently launched a kids’ reading club. For a blog attached to the Little Readers’ Club‘s website, she’s been asking writers she knows to contribute a few lines of encouragement to children and their parents. I got very nervous about what to say. Then, this is what I said:
What poetry? Which poem? Come on now, a song to lift the spirits. What else. But the truth is, this poem ends on a sad note. Let that be.