Catapulted into the future,
we’re bemused by the ropes
of our own culture.
In the clink of bangles
and fogs of haldi,
you may feel like a misfit
on the steps of the temples.
In the chants of 33 crore Gods,
you may mumble verses
learnt in school and
seem like an amateur.
But isn’t it a wonder
to be able to leave
your presumed modernity
and clasp the ends
of your grandma’s
six yard sari
and get lost in
the sound of ringing bells
and incense burning.
Isn’t it a wonder,
to find yourself
in traditions you so often
do not remember.
© Richa Bhagwat