On a late winter , almost spring, afternoon
while the sun filtered through the balcony
I was watching this really slow series
You know the kind that makes you ache
that makes you think of all things love
where every line is a poetry
I heard the gas lighter to off in the kitchen
and for no reason
I thought of those kerosene stoves we had
when I was very young
the kinds that had cotton wicks
took a lot of effort
then I thought it was nothing compared to the wood fired open chulhas
in my grandmother's home
that needed so much effort
but you had no option
but to keep going
through winter and rains
in hot summers
that is all you had
The flashes passed through of where we have arrived,
though electric heaters
the kerosene pressure stoves, not the ones with the wick
you know what I mean?
the gas stoves
to the microwave, that doesn't even need fire anymore
Ah, I had missed 10 secs of the episode
rewinding, (not that it's tape and rewinds anymore, but you know what I mean)
wondering
what was it
in the really slow episode
That made me think
about love
about fire
about loves that were not love
about fire that don't have fire
