Rakhi

I had forgotten the time of year. your Rakhi came showing how things have changed and are the same.

It was a contract of trust with more than you. I know I left home too many years ago.

I place the golden thread across my wrist; that done, I struggle with my left hand to tie it on.

You should have done that; I too have lost half the rite. I promise you your gift in '78.

Those future numerals look curious and your brother too will be strange when next we meet each other.

How we mast both have changed only the customs stay educing from the past the undying days.