ponds

When I am in a vehicle,

Moving through the roads,

I see gardens, thickly blanketed by small and tall trees,

A little pond spread out in front of it all,

Hints of a house somewhere in the back of the vegetation,

Sepia toned remembrances,

Humid air, but not too hot,

Sometime in the nineties,

True of both – places in Kerala where I am visiting grandparents, and places in Manipur where we live currently.