Togetherness

Where did we lose those days

When watching Sholay was a family event

And even neighbors heard Gubbar’s roar 

With the speaker brought by brother on rent

Those rainy days when we came home wet

To mother’s fresh pakoda smells

With hot milk for me 

And tea for everybody else

The times I would check my sister’s closet

To find a fitting dress

And she would happily share it

Even though she had less

The hits and misses from father

A day before the Maths exam

Getting average - to his disappointment

But feeling lucky for getting out of a jam

Being happy in those small moments

Created a simple memory

Of love and sharing and caring

But now... it's just an odd reverie.