I was on my scooter,
Going to my Ajji’s house.
My Grandmother’s house
Will always remain special.
It was a windy evening,
The sun had already set.
This cloud came out of nowhere
And soon it started raining heavily.
It had been a while
Since I had last seen her,
And that melting smile of hers.
I used to think, then, that my work was more important.
Completely drenched in rain,
I ran inside the house,
And before I could enter,
Two wrinkly hands emerged from the door.
In one hand, a crisp towel.
In the other, a cup of steaming coffee.
In the evening hue, filtered by the sheets of rain,
I stopped and observed her face,
A warm melting smile welcomed me.
