A Boon Companion

 

As the dawn promises yet another tar melting day I choose an unaesthetic cotton sari to drape myself to sail through this never ending nightmare. My summer saris neither speak in glaring colors nor are they grandiloquent in intricate designs of embroidery or motifs to weigh me down. They are rather humble beings; soft spoken and soothing. Old friends in trying times. In the furnace of a kitchen they would wipe the weariness that trickles in sweating streams with tender caress. Ah, for their feather touch love! The grueling day could have me stifled and make a tawny grass out of me soaking all my greenness but for those six yard drapes. As I embark on the breezy night I let my anchal* fly in the wind.

 

 

 The day simmers

Street dogs half immerse in ponds

      I drape nights in daydream

 

 

 

*one end of the sari draped over the shoulder.

 

 

Posted for Haibun Monday # 17 @ dVerse

 

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Shared with Poetry Pantry #313 @ Poets United

 

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31 thoughts on “A Boon Companion

  1. Good for you to wear those light cotton sari Sumana. “Old friends in trying times” – I like the comfort of old well worn clothes. keep cool and drape the nights in daydream!

  2. I love saris and spent various summers wearing them, shown how to drape and wear them by a new friend. The soft cotton ones do wondrously cool and comfort one. Now I wear the light cotton yakata – the informal kimono worn by men and women alike. I love how their folds catch breezes and wick off sweat. But I wear them only at home because they are for home and not public wear. I so like this haibun of yours and how the sari is an old comfortable comforting friend.

  3. Oooh I love this! Especially the “in the furnace of my kitchen…” I was privileged to be in India 4 times with my job. I marveled at the shelves of colored cloth stacked on a shop wall – materials to choose from for saris. I am sad when I think of the westernization of India in terms of clothing choice and hope young women hold on to their culture, including the beauty of the sari. This was a lovely read.

  4. SMiLes.. my friEnd..
    here in the super
    hot and humid
    Panhandle Summer
    on the River nights
    even more humid
    without a window breeze..
    @6.. i listened to the frogs SinG
    tHeir swamp SonG and turned
    the pillow over and over looking
    for a cooler side for a head way
    too large in girth for lower latitude
    ways of being.. yes.. bigger heads
    retain heat in Northern Latitudes..
    my head was made for icicles
    and snow..
    AC brought
    so much more
    clarity to even think..
    but nah.. the heat doesn’t
    bother me any more or cold
    even in the height of the Summer
    hot or 18 degree temperatures of mid-
    Winter North Florida cold.. i suppose
    i am no longer domesticated..
    the Neanderthal
    in me
    no longer howls
    at moon so far from
    WiLd and Free in comfort
    oF aLL of what Nature BrinGS
    in challenge noW.. and it must be
    possible at much older ages.. as now
    at 56 i am more comfortable in temperature
    extremes than ever before.. but the thing is
    i train for life like a wild animal now.. and
    wild has it’s privilege when
    the call of the
    wild for
    human
    is once
    again set
    free.. no matter
    age.. but it does take
    work.. grueling work..
    and ha.. haven’t seen to0
    many Indian folks like the ones
    so out of shape they must use carts
    to move.. at what they find is an old
    age early for them that is still 16 for me at 56..

    CAll of the
    Wild cures
    heat and cold
    when heard.. practiced.. for REAL noW..
    in neuroplastic and epigenetic human
    potential now from head to toe real2
    ADAPT TO
    CHANGE..:)

  5. Saris are such graceful garments and I like how you describe your summer garb as comforting during your hot months. Even though we have air conditioning, I will sometimes have to turn our overhead fan on that’s in the kitchen…it does get HOT in there while cooking!

  6. The sari is a beautiful garment. My Mum, who was part Indian, used to wear one sometimes, but I’ve never tried it – so I had no idea it would be so comfortable as you describe.

  7. I hear you. During trying Times (and heat) the comfort of old friends. ..of the tried and true…of the light soft touch…Def is appreciated. ..hope you get a break from the heat.

  8. This is very good. You have a great ear (“tar”/”sari,” for example). Also “in glaring” and “grandiloquent” really want to be friends. Nice work. And thanks; now I want to get a bunch of saris. 😛

  9. What a delightful haibun Sumana. I’ve never worn anything like a sari, but I think I would love to feel the hug of that delicate fabric.

    (Thanks for letting me know my link entry was wrong. I’ve been trying to delete it but don’t know how. Have gotten no help from blogger or Mister Linky. I’ve asked Sherry and Rosemary to please delete it if they can. But haven’t heard from them. i entered a correct entry, but the first incorrect one is the one most people will open. I’m asking you too to check on this. Can you delete it by going into Mister Linky dashboard if Sherry or Rosemary haven’t already. So sorry to trouble you Sumana. Thank you.

  10. What a wonderful haibun – it simply carries the reader along, with its lovely, spunky “I’m not going to let this heat get to me” vibe that is so fresh and really charming. “As I embark on the breezy night I let my anchal fly in the wind.” is such a happy, spirited line. An awesome bit of writing, Sumana!

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