I close my eyes while I talk
unaware of what happens around.
Do not know when and how
I got this. Looks strange,
I have seen my mother do
this, exactly the same way.
With eyes shut, putting
my finger in the ear hole,
to keep away from the bustle,
I listen to a presentation.
My cook calls me ” amma, amma,”
I stay unaware,
Someone grabs my arm. indignant
I scream. “How dare you touch me?”.
My husband encapsulating my arm,
stares hard. Infuriated I shout.
The cook vanishes while we
throw tantrums at each other.
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