Vivid in memory
Muni pinches me
through the day,
while in Kindergarten.

She has sharp nails,
plunges them into the skin
till my arm turns red.

My eyes glisten with tears.
Callous, shows
her incisive nails with pride.
Quieter I become.

I do not complain
nor warn her, out of fear.
Mysterious of her. Stops,
pinches no more,

Muni takes to medicine,
injects and dissects with precision
an extension of pinching.
I presume.

A leading surgeon in town-
Muni,- a celebrity. Practises
amidst fanfare and applause.
I admire her in silence.