A Small Thought

A silent thought goes out to that cup of tea,

and round butter biscuits, had before brushing,
sitting cross legged on a red oxide floor...
counting mangoes, small, medium, big...
like bright green bulbs.

A small wind sashays through the leaves,
and a mango falls, and running to take it before a naughty crow can peck on it.
Getting scolded for running without chappals on my feet,
and later
forgetting grief in pancakes filled with sugared grated coconut, spiced with cardamom...
rolled and had with hot sweet tea...

Memories of childhood,
smell of cardamom and mangoes,
and a small thought escapes like a tear from my eyes.