On the Kandy streets, smiling, shopping, hurrying,
I recognize in you my Bengal sisters;
you have thrown off sari, salwar kameez, dupatta,
instead a light blouse, a loose skirt
bright over brown ankles,
slender feet in cheap sandals.
I recognize my Bengali sisters’ figure, face and form,
but stare to see you seated in the driver’s seat,
your confident stride,
long black hair loose or in sensible styles.
Seeing a sister, who overnight
has chosen a more practical life.
Kandy, Sri Lanka 2016