Sravani Singampalli
Evocation
The pillows on my bed
Are not stuffed with cotton.
They are stuffed with
My mother’s old sarees
And lots of other childhood memories.
The picture hanging there on the wall
Is still full of vigour and charm.
The nail hammered into the wall
Ten years ago with precision
Appears rusty yet very strong.
The pink ceramic vase gifted
To my aunt
Is a part of the soil now
In their backyard.
It hasn’t lost its shape
Just the colour has faded
And its scratches have deepened.
[Image Description: An Indian woman smiles, head turned slightly to the left. She has long, dark brown or black hair, and is wearing a green anarkali dress and silver hoop earrings.]