By Abhijit Menon-Sen <>

I remember
standing by a waterfall
and watching water
from a height,
aim for me... miss,
hit the ground,
and fail to escape from
the seething cauldron
at the bottom.

A cold, deep pool
amidst the rocks
and a little mumbling stream
twisting hurriedly away.

I remember the sea
in peaceful slumber,
breathing slowly in my ear
as I stood beside it.

I look at the green plastic bucket
full of water
in front of me
and enjoy my bath immensely.