Update from Malabar

When I came here for the first time after marriage

I used to walk the backyard collecting areca nuts on old paint buckets

The story of this locale goes back to ballads of North Malabar,

Something I can never relate to

I have befriended two neighbourhood foxes that walks our front yard

To make it to its assembly at the neighbourhood for evening Azaan 

Only to return when the mother lights a lamp for her forefathers

While I sit and search for radio stations on phone.

I have not met her yet, she couldn't make it to our wedding

The rooster plucked her head and gave her four stitches

But, she will always remain my favourite character ever

No matter how much time goes by.