This is a sober murmur –

The winds howling and, in the terrace, petunias blooming back,

Your aunt’s phanek blow thither,

Her husband almost sniffs cigarette from the pack,

The greys in the sky are slitting apart,

The curry is almost ready, the pot burbles,

Drops drum on the parapet;

Ah, she has to dry her clothes again.

 

(phanek – wrap-around worn by Meitei women)