Of paper boats and childhood

My daughterI watch quietly,As she neatlyFolds the crispLittle square pink paperWith her chubby fingers,Totally quiet andAbsorbed in origami,I observe how With her folds,Art unfolds.A lovely, lightpaperboat I behold-And memories unfold:Chilli-hot, fire-hot fritters,Monsoon music,Brolly-less, romping carefree,And my days of dancing in rain-Jolly though dripping wet,In the light and heavyHeavy and light drizzleMy smile mingles with hers,Our

How about…

How about…Smiling Without any reason today?How about…Singing With(out) tune today?How about…Joking and laughingOn yourself today?How about…Giving up a ‘must do’ today?How about…Facing towards the Sun and simply being happy today?

Safed Jambu tree

You stood belowReady to catchThe jambus I would throw.I climbed up Branch to branch,Tried to pluck the jambusYou spotted and told meTo reach out With the sticksWe tried to tieTogether by and by.Those hidden in between The lush green leaves,The jumbo white jambus Were our absolute treat!A fresh fruit so simpleBrought a dimple,With your pretty