You would warm your palms
In the burning coal
Put them on my cold rosy cheeks
Because, you know Kathmandu used to be so cold.
You would brew warm cup of tea,
To hear my nonsense over it.
I would complain, it is too cold.
I would complain, Life is hard.
And, you laugh over it and say~
Tell me something new!
Then, we would laugh!
Dear Dijju, (Sister)
Lafayette was -3 last time!
I yearned for everything~
Tea and talk besides warmth.
We would sit over the gas heater
Switch on Television for the regular Hindi Serials
Over the LED light that glowed only over the ceiling,
And, sometimes candle.
Because, Kathmandu suffered load shedding 🙂
I would read Tales from “Swasthani Barta Katha”,
And, you will fall asleep!
And~ I would keep on reading without complaining
Sometimes, we would discuss
How women were treated in the time of “Gods”?
I would complain~you would listen~
I would yell~you would calm me!
We shared prasad and love!
Cold, Kathmandu was filled with warmth.
Basking on the sun at terrace, was mandatory!
Your fingers smelt of oranges, peanuts
I would be too lazy to eat them on my own!
Few of my book pages, did smell like dried oranges
Sometimes, we would make “Chatpate”
And, eat it till we drop tears
We would promise, we will never have this hot thing again
We promise it same, the next time we had it.
I would sleep on your lap
Where, you would gather all the warmth Sun gave!
Winter Was Warm!
Full of love, full of love!