becoming
oh god, i didn't see this coming. did you? i used to mock my mother i said i see no dust, what are you dusting? why are you changing this bedsheet? it seemed ok to me oh god i have become my mother i spent the first day of my year-end holiday cleaning my desk putting my work laptop in a bag and shutting it down for four days changing the bedsheets dusting the bookshelf i have become my mother i like cooking nimona it takes effort but i don't mind the effort it reminds me of childhood winters when we sat in the sun not alone with chachis and cousins and peeled peas for hours i don't remember the conversations clearly but i remember the occasional antakshari and tipi tipi top there was no rush there was no desire to see the sunset also we didn't have phones to think of taking a photo there was no gram and nothing gramworthy we sat till we heard the sound of the motorcycle coming towards the house and knew it was time for chai and pa was home Note to self: You think while