Periwinkle ... indian summer ( a haibun )
Summer holidays at Grandma’s. I am five –maybe six years old. We don’t know if it’s the food , or the sultry hot weather or the well water but one day when I wake up in the morning , there is a wart growing on my face, right on my nose. We try the usual home remedy, tulsi leaves mixed with turmeric mixed with ginger and all the other spices that Kerala has to offer. But the wart kept growing. Not that it hurt. But as it grew it obstructed my vision. I could not look straight without having a larger part of my sight blocked out.
So grandma and me did the round of the village doctor first. An ointment and a few sugary pills did not help. Next was the Ayurveda doctor whose herbal concoctions gave me the jeebies.
When both didn’t work, Grandma made an appointment to see the temple priest. One look at the wart and he said that the evil spirit had entered my body. An auspicious day for the Pooja was set up. After the chants and the fire offerings, the priest took out a blade and neatly sliced the wart from its base. A quick dab of turmeric on my nose. “throw the wart behind your head, straight into the fire. And start walking home. Do not stop. Do not look back. Keep walking till you reach your well and pour a bucket of water over yourself”. So I started walking.
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