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. 


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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