|Has anyone ever noticed that India is shaped a bit like a question mark....|
|...especially if Sri Lank is the dot?|
More riddles - my latest obsession.
This time, three riddles from Punjabi folklore. Give them a minute or two, don't try to guess - just let the metaphors rise up in you. Think about the saying, "Everything that rises must converge." Convergences, areas of similarity, consider those. Then, if you need solutions, you'll find them at the end of this post.
Riddle #1 -
Tied in a blue cloth,
this handful of rice -
lost in the daylight,
found at night.
Riddle #2 -
See her coming,
see her going,
thinner than water,
sweeter than sugar.
Riddle #3 -
I'm the son
who can climb to the roof
before his mother is born.
As do many countries and cultures, India has a long history of riddle-making. If you want a little more flavor of India, take a look at my blog post from Wednesday, a "virtual cup of tea and interview" with children's author Uma Krishnaswami about her wonderful middle-grade novel THE GRAND PLAN TO FIX EVERYTHING (starred reviews from Kirkus and Publishers Weekly.)
|Still from a Bollywood Movie|
|Uma Krishnaswami's Wonderful New Book|
|Pilgrims in the Golden Temple in Punjab, India ..where even the floors are riddles.|
You'll find today's Poetry Friday round-up over at Anastasia Suen's Picture Book of the Day. Head there to see what other people are posting.
Oh - by the way - the answers to the riddles?
#1 - Stars
#2 - Sleep
#3 - Smoke