The non-globalized

For twenty three years
witnessing her grand daughter grows
my non-globalized Grandma
in her seventies
still dumping medicine
into the garbage basket
living in her simple world
kottamalli, bebila, katuwelbatu
sudu loonu, welmi, akkapana
the list goes on
ask those newly appointed nurses
to go abroad
heard she saying yester night
during the news bulletin

Her hair's getting whiter
just like a doll's hair
I have a fist of them
in my drawer
saved  for future

I see her
caressing the face
with water
cursing the Colombo heat
uprooted from serenity
placed on complexity
she has no complains
I am in this "atharamaga"
for the sake of my "minipiri"

Still spreading some chocolates
on my study table
after her shopping sessions
does she understand
her Minipiri blogging?
under the title
"Aththamma's Minipiri"
will have to spend minutes
for the explanation
after all she has spent
twenty + 3 years
explaining the world to me