My Granny.

The sky began to wear

Its shady grey make up,

She put her favourite grey coloured talc

On her blue face,

It seemed to me like a child

Who’s learning to put make up.

The grey patchy talc over her blue face

With a few white pimples shattered across her face,

Made me to think “how entertaining this is, to watch you

Try so hard, to make you look pleasing for your grandchildren.

How true it is that you become more of a child as you age.”

Sky heard me. With a giggle she tried to say something

And whispered to me with the mildly cold July breeze;

That gushed down to her daughter and washed

Her granddaughter’s green head of canopy

That made them to dance to her whispers.

Later her whispers descended and it came onto my terrace.

As it went all over my body giving those cold chills that I always wanted,

I wondered,

“Was she complimenting me for thanking her or was it something else?”

But I enjoyed every second of that whispering. And I said

“It’s funny how you comfort me with your tricks, was that a thank you for my compliment?”

This time it was a laugh that I heard.

A laugh so loud and so strong, unlike the breeze

That comforted me a while ago, her laugh startled me.

It was the sound of thunder.

“How can a woman laugh so badly? It almost scared us all.”

As a reply to my rude comment, I saw her grey talc

Covering up her face like a dark veil with least transparency

I wondered what she was upto now.

As an end to my pondering, she cried, she cried out loud.

I think she didn’t like what I said about her laugh.

Did I scold her that badly?

No but women are always at the breaking point.

They hate it when chivalrous attitude becomes sarcastic.

But ironically I loved her cry.

Her dark grey talc covered face and

Her constant non-stop whispers

Made me even more comfortable than I was

Sky saw me at peace. I was at peace with her cry.

Well she went mad again.

After all women always wants us to console them!

She began to shout, but unlike her laugh,

Her shouting was not audible. But it lit up her entire face.

It was like her face was on fire.

A fire unexplainable in words,

Like an ingenious heavenly art the white silvery fire

That looked like Zeus’s weapon, lit up her entire anger face

And it almost splitter her talc and her face into two as it gushed down to Earth.

Maybe she shouted- “you disrespectful child!”

My mother woke up out of agony and said

“Apologise son, because of you your siblings are getting scared.”

Then I the one, who was born on the 7th day of creation,

Heartlessly, not even being thankful for her comforts and the joy

That she gave to me, I said,

“I am sorry I thought of being funny but ended up being rude.”

For a moment the things that I loved started to vanish.

Her whispers were gone,

Her laugh was gone,

She stopped shouting.

Slowly she lifted her dark heavy veil from her face,

I saw her removing hers ugly grey talc patch by patch,

Out of the dark emerged her beautiful blue face, with white pimples.

Then to my surprise, and as a note of forgiveness

She made me feel awe with her smile.

A smile so beautiful and so gay

Like a trick taken right out of her sleeves.

That smile showed the whole world her entire set of teeth,

Those 7 differently coloured teeth!

Though it was bizarre, I loved it.

Each second I saw her smile,

I immersed myself in her tricks and her beauty.

I wondered what made her smile, amidst her anger.

It was he the father of my mother Earth,

Husband of my grandmother Sky,

Mr. Sun

What a colourful duo they are. Billions of years have passed

Yet they are together. Happily married forever.

Whispered my mother so proudly

Through the odours of my wet sand brother

Who always embraced her chest

I sat there for a while thanking my family

For making my day a bliss, a merry one

But deep inside my heart, though I loved my granny

Emerged a fear

A fear that subdued my smile,

The fear of knowing that she is just

An old short tempered lady who acts very childish

Who scares me with her laugh and shouts.

A powerful, ageing woman- my granny,

The Sky!