Her Writing On The Wall

I’m from books, From rows of lockers and hallways. I’m from the fully packed library during finals week. (the printer-- always getting jammed) I am from those late night study sessions, The music playlists That would never end As if we would have the night forever. I’m from the bollywood movies and mango lassi  From both India and America. I’m from “Betas”  And “Mission? Stressful huh?” From “Uncle” and “Aunty” I’m from the poojas that last the whole day The glamorous get up And the mattar paneer. I’m from Northern Fremont and Southern Fremont, Pumpkin patches and chai, From glasses that I’ve worn my entire life, And the smell of chlorine that spreads around the house. Up through all the applications and notifications Spill out old memories, Of never ending laughs And of unforgettable moments. I am from those times, Where sorrow was never seen;   The milestones of my childhood.