By Kalyani Warrier
Surrounded by coconuts and endless beach sand
of the tropical waves, humid air and hot winds
with the bells of the family sanctuary
ringing in the air as a tinge
of the orange sun rises from the horizon
filling the air with chirps, moos and kokkarakkos
as milkmen paddle away on their cycles with pails hanging
as fresh news is flung onto every porch.
With sleeping bodies below thatched roofs
rising rashly in the morning hue
as the crackle of burning wood
and the aroma of spices
wafts through the wondrous walls
of rustic verandahs and courtyards
with the slow bustle of village charisma
that leaves one tethered to such a flow.
By Kalyani Warrier
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