I step outside his car.
My trembling hands
Catch hold of the door,
To escape a literal fall
While walking right into another...
I put my feet down.
With my son alongside,
Yet I stroll all alone...
"Shraddha old age home"-
Reads the banner outside a house
Right in front of my eyes.
I see about 20 people my age
In the corridor
Before I reach the caretaker's room,
Yet it feels so empty.
Maybe they have bigger halls!
I catch hold of my son's finger
As he moves away dropping me off
To my private room, he specially requested for,
Something I learned from the caretaker.
He must love me so much!
I tighten the grip like he used to hold mine
As a petrified child.
I'd kiss his hands
Until his fear would melt away.
Teary-eyed, I hold a similar look at him today
But he can't sense it,
He leaves me unkissed.
I miss the days of yore,
Where he'd come running to me after school
And I would lift him up, and swirl him around
He'd say "once more paa",
I'd happily take his orders
And this would go on for hours.
Today, when I catch up to his car
He doesn't exchange another glance
I weep and cry and sigh
To which he replies
"No more paa"!!