My dad always wished I turned out just like maa.
[ As it so managed to happen, like a lousy xerox. ]
With a dab of a nose.
Clear brown eyes.
Straight black hair.
A big, hearty smile.
He wished me to become a little bit of him.
Head-strong.
Sporty.
Emotional.
Animal crazy.
And yet.
He always gave me the freedom a perfect dad would.
Wishing me to become, mostly me.
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I realised, perhaps for the first time since I came.
That we were separated by much more than meridians and map lines.
They in their lives. Me in mine.
[ Since I was three, I had my own room, they theirs.
And then when I grew up, I went away to Bombay. ]
And yet.
To know that we were still this close.
And yet.
To know that I could go back to them any day.
And yet.
To know that they were always there for me. [ Even if I was not. ]
And will still continue to be there. No matter what.
Just makes me feel blest.
Always.
****
Truth is.
We're all magpies looking for shiny, new things.
But when the old ones that really matter the most.
Tend to stay tight, and keep close.
Makes me feel, it’s all good.
This life is alright.
We’re getting to where we should.
We’re on the right flight.
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