It’s funny to see how we all have grown –
In the extra softness of our cheek,
The creaking of our hips,
Oh, the spraining of our knees.
The acne doesn’t go as soon as they used to,
You need an extra colour on your lips
You are much quieter,
You’ve started thinking more,
And lo and behold!
You indulge in gossips, too.
There is nowhere to go except downhill,
And even then your sore calves frown in disapproval.
You enjoy the Shankars’ symphony
You sit down with your parents
For cups of tea and their stories,
Oh, how they mean so much to you now!
There is so much assurance in their voice,
And their scolding is what you recall fondly at work.
You are like the full moon hidden behind the clouds,
Your body is not at your mercy anymore.