A tender ode to love, memories, and Sunday rituals—where red threads tie together roses, vermilion, and Kochi pathar mangsho. As her husband retires, a simple lunch becomes symbolic. The red bag returns, now filled with memories, not office files. Nothing changes—except her wish for this Sunday to last forever.
This heartfelt poem captures the innocent hopes of a young girl, Bhooli, set against the backdrop of water scarcity in rural India. Through her conversation with her mother, the piece gently unfolds the emotional weight of growing up amidst crisis. With themes of childhood, motherhood, and the impact of the water crisis, the poem offers a powerful reflection on the unseen struggles faced by many.
