पीतल की बालियों में बेटी ब्याह दी,
बाप मजदूर था.., सोने की खान में।

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I am bold as brass to face life

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How heedless we must have been,
Through all these decades...
To consider those huge rocks heartless,
And those withered leaves lifeless..
To declare ice as austerely cold,
And brass as insolent and bold...
What if they had feelings too??
What if they craved for some healing too??

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Ignorance is like a brass vessel kept untouched for years, it should be scrubbed and washed everyday for it to shine bright..

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Transparently, they know I'm a Gold
Still, they're talking about brass,
that's called jealousy.

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'Making comparison is almost throwing down- to acknowledge bright Brass much expensive but muddy Gold priceless'

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These two items, The brass *chambu* and the bronze bowl, were one of the many utensils that my mom had. They are at least 70 years old. I regret giving away the brass thalis ,vatis and bucket, wishing
I had retained them as souvenirs. I remember the *kalai wala* would come into our colony,and tin those plates a shining silver. Steel utensils invaded the kitchen, and these were packed and kept away.
The *chambu *was used for bathing.
I remember,the little* chambu* knocks on my head as I wriggled as mom washed my long hair then as a child, my neck would pain . Nostalgic childhood memories. The chambu is a prized possession 👍
We also had a water carrier, with a top handle, to screw and unscrew with a brass glass too.
The bronze bowl was used in the kitchen to serve dal. My grandfather would eat in a bronze thali, stored very carefully in the kitchen. One fall and it would be broken.
I still treasure these items, now I used them as decorative pieces, as a vase for flowers , during Festivals.
I kept the chambu in my living room with flowers. Every day I would see it ,I was transported to my childhood days.
So I thought of sharing my *chambu *story with you all.

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