An Ode to Being you pt. 2

An Ode to Being You
Get out of those curtains and stop fiddling with them
But ma! I’m playing hide and seek
Stop drying your hands with curtains
But ma! My hands are wet
Again! Open those curtains it’s too dark in the room
But ma! I want it to be dark na….

Trickle trickle trickle
Like a drop at a time
You grow
A bit taller
A bit older
Wiser? Idk… You tell me * wink *

From tanks to tank tops
Doll houses to apartments
Everything feels a little heavier
But like not unbearable heavy
Rather, you’re also getting stronger-heavy

One day,
You take out your ma out for curtain shopping
Say,
Look ma, the curtains, the bedsheets, and the colour of the wall match!
Ma smiles,
Pa still isn’t really into this curtain stuff
He just says,
Where’s my chai and my newspaper?
But he forgets,
Now two people need the same two things every weekend
The curtains are clean and untouched for now * wink *

–नि.भो.