{"id":112,"date":"2013-09-02T22:21:53","date_gmt":"2013-09-03T02:21:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/manjithanda.com\/?p=112"},"modified":"2013-09-22T17:46:51","modified_gmt":"2013-09-22T21:46:51","slug":"siblings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/manjithanda.com\/?p=112","title":{"rendered":"Siblings"},"content":{"rendered":"

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For many years they’d not seen each other,
\nmay be forty.
\nBrother had migrated to the States
\nwhen she was little,
\nmay be five, or subtract fifty-four from sixty.
\nMany things had grown and shrunk.
\nShe’d gotten married like him
\nand borne three beautiful children
\nready to have nests of their own.<\/p>\n

Then asudden, a letter came from brother
\nthat he was coming down to see her.
\nSister’s beatitude knew no bounds
\nRedress the house
\nBring this, bring that, New curtains, new rug
\nnew cutlery, matching china
\nSparkling crystal
\nfloral sheets, co-ordinated quilts
\nEveryone in the lane knew
\nSomething’s the matter in Singh’s house;
\nthe brother was coming
\nthe brother was coming.
\nA bizarre thing\u00a0 happened;
\nthe flight came early,
\nmuch earlier than reckoned
\nShe was getting ready for a shower
\nwhen the house resounded with the buzzer.
\nDoors ajar, brother and his wife smiled ear to ear
\nhugs, tight hugs, long hugs later
\nChildhoods and youths were relived
\nin oral manner.<\/p>\n

Some two months after
\na relative was heard conveying
\nthat the brother’s wife was saying,
\n“…when she’d hugged the sister
\nshe’d smelled really bad,
\nof sweat and spices and body sap.”
\nThe sister who’d woken
\nbefore the earliest lark
\non a hot and humid day
\nwhile it was still dark,
\nto make the best dishes
\nfor her brother
\nand had wanted to shower.<\/p>\n

O Mother!<\/p>\n

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(The painting ‘Sadness, Sunset and Elm’ is done in watercolor and gouache on a 9×6″ hot pressed paper)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

            For many years they’d not seen each other, may be forty. Brother had migrated to the States when she was little, may be five, or subtract fifty-four from sixty. Many things had grown and shrunk. She’d gotten married like him and borne three beautiful children ready to have nests of their own. Then asudden, a letter came from brother that he was coming down to see her. Sister’s beatitude knew no bounds Redress the…<\/p>\n

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