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Warm Wrapper
(14th January 1962 / Balarampur Village in the District of Purulia in West Bengal.)

Warm Wrapper

I used to wake up
At the mell of rain-soaked earth
Through our cracked roof
rainwater sprinkled down
making us take refuge
to a corner of the damp floor
huddling closely to our mother's lap

Sometimes it rained torrentially
and icy winds hugged our rib cages

Then my mother would start telling us
stories of our bygone golden days
Mesmerised, we would look
at her radiant face
And, we knew not when
those stories would turn
into our warn wrappers

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Simply lovely, carried back in an instant to chilhood memory, wonderful, thankyou