The day of bali has drifted away
My Granny gained a new way.
She transformed to a yearly ritual
I fancied her to be virtual.
Achan prayed for her soul at the sea,
I prayed solely for her to see. Avial, sambar, rasam and rice looked delicious.
Everyone treated the day as precious.
The month of Karkidakam reminded me of idlis
Relatives and visiting cousins reminded me of balis.
Granny became a symbol of ashes,
At times paying a visit to my eyelashes.
Bali – A sacrificial ritual performed in memory of the departed souls of ancestors.
