The train moved swiftly
The Gulmohar tree spread its many hands
amidst myriad lands..
And here I am
Watching the raindrops drizzle
and the occasional whistle
of a huge machinery moving fast.

The destination is almost near
A frail cry from the ancestral home I hear
Calling to embrace me in
to the lush green meadows of forgotten memories.

I could see my childish face
hidden in the walls of that space
Milky white teeths and gulab jamun dreams
Warm hugs and quick kisses
Sweet laddoos and creamy kulfis
Brief scoldings and long nap time stories.

Tailing my grandma I walked
Like two sweet birds we flocked
Eyes filled with a curious ogle
for stories about mighty Ram and witty Tenali.

Risky somersaults in the mushy grass
Talking to butterflies,birdsand plants.
Occasional cry for a saree or two
To drape myself but I had no clue
Ahhh!!How the time flew!!

And I am here yet again
The grass is greener ever more
Dusty floor and a squeaky door
The home is not the same anymore
But I could still see a crackhead girl out of the blue
Still asking for a saree or two.
©scribblingsofateen