आमा अनि असार पन्द्रह : Aama and the Fifteenth of Ashadh
By -Kiran Upadhyay
Translated by-Shivam Sharma Kharel
Aama these days doesn’t set the curd
And doesn’t offer rice flakes with curd to anyone
The curd set by Aama’s hand,
The delight of rice flakes with curd every fifteenth of Asadh
And the joy of that moment
Let it never come to an end!
Eating a pound to sprout a ton
Is the month of Ashadh, and
The self-sufficient us,
Would never be pressed down by the market those days!
Eating rice flakes with curd
Compulsorily playing mud and planting paddy
Till its completion is celebrated!
At that time for us
It used to be a huge carnival
The heart always used to say in childhood
When to become a hugely successful person
And to earn a lot of money!
The same heart says today
Let I be a child again!
May I get that boundless joy and pleasure all over again!
But why is it so,
After Baba fell ill
For Aama, it is always the fifteenth of Ashadh
Aama is busy from the morning
Today is the day to go to hospital
The morning’s breakfast for Baba
After the dialysis
Baba seems to get more hungry
A meal for that too
Warm water, cold water, black tea
In between fruits for Baba to eat
The pouch of Baba’s medicine
Food for oneself
Food for the driver and the other who accompanies
What all the mother has to remember!
It must be why
These days, it is always the fifteenth of Ashadh for Aama!
Quicken up, the vehicle has come!
If we don’t reach in time, someone else will be laid in the bed!
Its raining torrentially
We reach the hospital
The rain is still pouring down
While returning, inside the vehicle, Aama asks
Won’t you eat rice flakes and curd!
Within my heart, I think
I was wrong
Aama never forgets the fifteenth of Ashadh!