a sunday memory
the day was many hued
like a layered pattachitra painting.
with visits to a handloom exhibition, an art gallery, an ancient museum
and snacks at an old bakery that still uses coal and mud stove for baking.
a beautiful palette of art, craft, food and history.
now night’s comes, pristine as white.
i lay in bed, resting my eyes in its placid depths
and inside, scenes and stories from the day
find their place between my folds.
. . .
sunday midnight
the twenty third
pauṣa
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