by Sandhya Ramachandran
How would evenings without conversations be like? Sandhya Ramachandran’s poem gives you the picture.
In the evenings, there is no escape.
When the sun begins its retreat,
and the trees woo back the breeze
Cynicism is the often preferred company
that we sip in our green teas
in our wind-kissed verandah.
There is never any conversation.
Stray birds twitter around
but there is an invisible wall
and so we hear nothing
but the deafening silence
and the faint murmurs
of bitter undertones –
sips of tea and words unsaid
Sandhya Ramachandran is a storyteller who loves to tell her stories in words, images, film, doodles and other mediums of expression she can find.
