Thump ! Thump ! Thump !
It started with the pounding
De-husking the skin from the rice
With a heavy stick as her device
Separating the two with a palm leaf sieve
She wiped the summer’s sweat off her face with her sari blouse sleeve
She places the grains of rice between the 2 wheels
While on her haunches she sits and kneels
i watched her as she started to roll the stones
Her body frail with only skin and bones
Her hands etched with prevalent veins
She makes it look easy…no sign of effort or strains
I wondered what she’d make with the flour
A process so long took more than an hour
All this effort only meant.. some yummy bakes
perhaps a rice pudding , or rice cakes ?
She quickly chopped some logs of wood , smiled and said
This was her daily routine ..
“A hot dinner for her kids with lentils and flat rice breads”
2 thoughts on “A toilsome meal”
Sounds pretty much like the urban routine for women but with an added contemporary touch. Let me know if you are going for this next time.
I’d be glad to venture in this kind of tribal trip.
Loved this one! keep them coming 🙂