In this poem, Prarthana relates her experiences listening to her Ata’s stories (Ata means grandfather in Assamese), and if you’ve been lucky enough to grow up with your grandparents, it will surely resonate with you.
This poem started with the idea of long periods of time spent in waiting by people in love (living apart). A big part was played by a postcard from a friend in France which helped in the use of imagery. Months later, this poem was adapted to the landscapes of Ziro, Northeast India and the images of its sweeping hills and rivers that failed to fade from the poet’s mind. The poem was written in the course of one very staggered year.