A pedicure is an archaeological expedition,
if those feet belong to your mother.
A part of this country was your beginning of history.
A faded bruise from childhood on the knee is a time machine
sending you to a world that didn’t begin with or belong to you.
Yet, you find comfort in the texture of skin that is your skin too.
Add Foot Cleanser in a bucket of lukewarm water. Soak the feet
for five minutes. Rinse, wipe and apply Foot Scrub. Mind you,
the whorls near the shins that you mistook for galaxies at eight
won’t just smoothen and vanish. So massage gently, and expect
no miracles. Apply the Foot Cream. Massage into the cuticles.
Be careful from falling into the crevices under cracked soles, of getting
lost in their hopeless aridity. Carry generous amounts of moisture
in your heart. Steer clear of the shanks. You had long believed rain-water
flowed into rivers of Varicose from a purple bruise. But those were
mere cave drawings, telling the story of a hard-at-work woman in a joint family.
Wipe the feet and repeat this after a month. Continue the task of
loving. But expect no miracles.