de To A Small Town
I dreamt of my hometown
I walked in its narrow lane in my Bata flip-flops
With my mismatched dupatta trailing on one side
I stepped into that old kirana shop
Then I stood still
And everything flashed back to me
Savita Aunty peeping into everyone’s lives
And rickshaw parked under that Neem tree
There knock on the door was seldom
People called out your name
Sharma Aunty was ‘Billo ki Mummy’
And borrowing was never considered a shame
Diwali-Dussehra-Shaadi had a different flavor
We exchanged mithai, not gifts
Where Rohan spent more time in Chawla’s house
Till he was six
We celebrated little of things
Oh, we did show-off
News of new TV by Rana Aunty
Ended as a debate in Gupta family to buy a car
That strange-happy feeling of belongingness
That loud laughter of pesky neighborhood aunts
Small town version of Gossip Girls
Who plucked leaves from your Tulsi plant
If you ever lived in a small town
You may still have a part of it
Maybe lingering taste of its street food
Or memory of your first crush you dare admit
Walk into those narrow lanes
Brings back a world full of charm
Like you’ve spun a cozy blanket
Of warm woolen yarn
nice poem..refreshing one.. 🙂
nice 🙂
I dreamt of my hometown…….it takes to a flashback!! nice 1
Nice
Very nice lines