A sharp-witted woman, my mom
happens to meet her friend, a local Raja’s
daughter, later her son becomes
a minister in the Federal government,
Mischievously she calls her
“Raja’s daughter then,
now Mantri’s mother, Don’t
you feel demoted”.
My mom could not help laughing.
jokes that the groom, my dad
resembles a clown insinuating
my dad’s mom and his sisters.
Incidentally, dad is a handsome guy
for his bridal dress was a bit oversized.
Living within my scope, I spend
on the essentials. I seek nothing more.
Mom must have been infuriated,bids me
to stretch my hands. Puzzled,I stretch them
Her wit overlaps.” Your hands appear short”.
Little did I realize at the moment
it is a pointer to.my thriftiness. “Mom.
my hands are becoming shorter
and shorter as days roll on,”