You could hear the water fill the bucket and overflow 

for the better part of an hour 

before Kaka emerged,

a Rajapuri pancha wrapped around his waist 

gold wedding ring burnished yellow, 

wrapped even tighter around a water-retaining finger.


“Did you get soap in your eyes again?” I would ask him.

He would find something to look at outside the window. 


At ten, I didn’t know 

soap and loss had the same function. 



Saee Koranne-Khandekar

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