" Mommy, why two Mickies ?
One red, the other pink.Are they twins? They are always together,
One of them laughs, when the other one winks. "
Smiled mommy , “ No not two but one.
Wears he black shoes and red shorts.
Minnie is she who giggles and flaunts
Her pink bow and pink polka dots.”
Smile I, cleaning my closet
Cherishing this epic dialogue of my life.
Revisiting my days of childhood,
When a carefree bird was I .
Bungee jumping on my bunk bed,
Kicking pebbles on the street
Chasing butterflies as fast as I could,
Swaying with the wind, like a cloud I used to fleet.
Dropping a misshaped piece of stone,
In a checkered box drawn on ground.
Hopping carefully, avoiding stumbling,
Cheered by friends circled around, creating a bedlam of sound.
Hiding behind the bush, spying like Holmes
Seemed such a whim !
Fleeing after ringing Mr. Rao’s doorbell
Pulling a fast one with him.
Falling from our bicycle,
Only to stand up on our feet and rise.
Losing a game of chess,
Only to win tough battles of life.
Holding our parents’ finger,
To give them our hand tomorrow.
Bearing harsh scolding and scorns,
To endure the unforeseen sorrows.
That serene blissful childhood
Free were we to love, to learn , to grow
Free to make mistakes and follies
Letting the boat of life row on its own.
Rings my phone and disrupts the silent contemplation,
Out of my closet I step.
A work-from-home call from office,
Serves as my present day reality check.
