Anasree Chatterjee

Abstract


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Anasree Chatterjee

Abstract


How'd She Look...

How'd She Look...

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When I wondered, how'd she look...

Open verandah, rocking chair and a book .. 

Black & white streaks, the wrinkled skin... 

Black tea, Marie biscuit & that intense look...

Bong Bangles, cotton saree, and the vermilion bindi...

"Mom I call and that saccharine hmm she'd say.." 


She sips her tea, reads a line from the book, and wonders what's my daughter's favorite book? oh! and my son loves his food !! With a grinning smile she thinks and their father's temper another moot.


Those big gorgeous eyes with slightly wrinkled corners...

And that signature mole trying to slip from the bridge of her nose...

She folds the corner of the page to bookmark her read...

The cool evening breeze softly brushed off her cheeks...

 Slowly lifting her eyes she gazed the blue sky and the floating clouds...


Completely immersed in her thoughts she is thinking oh both my kids love the color blue and ah their dad loves his whites...

She starts humming the Rabindra Sangeet that she can hear from that distant neighborhood...

And all she can remember is how her tiny Lil daughter would make excuses to skip practicing this song, while her son would learn the lyrics in just 10 min and fight had begun...

Her bones are more feeble now...

The joints have lost all grease...

Her knees now scream - no more... 

Her alluring smile will hide it all...

While I wondered how beautiful she'd look growing old...

I'd be numbed even by just the thought... 

What will happen if she for a fact grows old...

Growing old comes with a cost... 

That empty rocking chair would scare my breath off !!

It's been more than 500 days now...

I count every single minute and how much I wish only if I could see you grow old...

Only if I could hold you tight one more time while you try getting off that rocking chair...

Only if I could hug you tight one more time and let you worry about us all the time...

Only if could hold your hand and spend some more time with you on that seashore...

I would choose to see you grow OLD rather than vanishing in thin air...

I'd rather feel numbed than staring endlessly at that empty rocking chair and wishing to see you there...

Oh! And now all I wonder how much I'd love to see you grow old... 


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