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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 8, Number 4, December 2014


Akila Gopalakrishnan
Hyderabad, Telangana, India


It was never difficult to pacify you. Each time you toddled in the house with your wails we used to carry you, gently patting your back, to the garden and soon you'd be smiling again. I wondered, which one stopped the flow of tears—the purplish petunias, the pale yellow tinged jasmines or the butterflies fluttering around dew drenched roses; or was it the terracotta figurine of garden elephant that you always tried to ride or the tiny fountains from the sprinklers drenching you and the trimmed grass in petrichor.

Today for your wedding, on this garden path decked with lights glittering with the stars, you walk down in a sari brocaded in gold, woven in between multi-hued skeins of silk, with the same smile that bloomed here twenty-five years ago.

moist window . . .
one by one the colours
of a rainbow



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