Smashaanam

suddenly

opening the eyes

little ant

finds

them back

from where

they started..

back

under the tree

in their garden

both silent

so..

what did

you

learn today?

asks kannan

at last

i learned

that

that place

has

a fence..

little ant

replies

no..

i mean

what did

you learn

about

yourself?

kannan repeats

i learned

the

difference

between

them and

us

poor ant replies..

kannan sits

rolling his

eyes..

no..dear ant

they

are also

us..

there is no

difference

kannan tries

to explain

little ant

is anxious now..

they

are us

in

what way

ant asks

..?

well..

you can connect

with them

if

you wish..

you can be

them..

see

them

just as

you see

yourself

kannan speaks

okay..

little ant nods..

uncertain..

that place

is also us?

Yes

comes

the reply

if that

place

is us..

replies

little ant

surprised..

why did

we

scare

them..ourself..

like that

calling it

burial ground?

because..

kannan starts

but

the words

don’t come

it is hard

on both sides

these words

well..because..

the reply

finally arrives..

because..

i know

and

that one

does not..

kannan sighs

the tune

sings

burning holes

through the woods..

making the world

its flute..

all around

everything..

stands solemn..

like in mourning..

still burning..

in the heat

the smoke

seeps out

from

the flute..

the…

smoke…

sings..

my knowing

is

the problem..

little one..

that fence

is also me..

its length

representing

the height

sheer height

of

my

ignorance