Saturday, 12 December 2009
I thought of this short poem by Rudyard Kipling to remind us of the colours, the sounds and the smells that imprints on our minds when we are faraway from our land of birth or origin.
The picture of Christmas Decorations on a banana leaf is so typical of a Kerala Christmas that I had to put it here.
Christmas In India
By Rudyard Kipling
Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow --
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway!
Oh the clammy fog that hovers
And at Home they're making merry 'neath the white and scarlet berry --
What part have India's exiles in their mirth?
Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year.
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