the ball turn on the cobbled stones
with the help of tiny wet grains of black sands
my cousins know I am frustrated at the loss of catches
and deception of the win
and aunty calls us...the dinner is ready
a huge contingent and fruit salad
and potato wadas
uncles, aunts, cousins, small green mangoes chopped in oil and chillies
they were alive then....
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