Diwali

While cleaning my 

Wardrobe on Diwali

I saw a photo collage 

Holding my childhood.

I pick my diary and wrote

 "I am in the cradle crying

Papa picking me up;

Maa feeding me food and 

Dancing along with me;

 It was the love for tomatoes

 One in both hands;

Those innocent smiles;

Rosy laughter;

Infinite memories.

Which are still alive

In Maa Papa's mind,

Perhaps due to these photographs.

And...." 

I could hardly complete it.

As my eyes looked at Maa's eyes

From floor to the sofa 

About to tear up, while

Looking at pictures.

As soon as she saw me, she said 

"Let's finish the work, it's almost lunchtime." 

And we both interrupted 

The moment.