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While the house slept at noons mostly,
we played indigenous doctor compounder, not nurse ;
crushed flowers, leaves, roots
on stone using stone to grind,
filled the concoction in bottles
so that the bottle assumed the colour of the liquid
but we took care not to drink our own medicine
only often making a pretence,
purple, vermilion, green, violet, yellow even
and mimicked the doctor, trice daily after/before food
taking care to invent feminine names for our craftsmanship
almost sounding native Ayurveda.