Parana Avuruddha

Waning rays of a late afternoon
draw familiar quadrangle shapes
of light and shade
through the window grill
patterns of Kiri bath
on the walls
enfolding the empty hall
with two chairs
and an old man

I gaze

Spring breeze
carry
smell of sweatmeats
Kavum , Kokis
in it’s belly
to fill the room

I smell

Laughter
screaming children
little dresses , bright yellow red
trickle down from my memory
deep in to my whole

I remember