The dim walls bared no hope, it was all deafening within
Did you possibly feel my choked breaths?
You must have, for I could feel your muffled sobs.
Each time you rained tears over me,
Did you not know I felt a hollow creep within my belly.
Maybe I wasn't there yet, but I knew how your scars pierced your heart.
Each time you were kicked, it lurched hard on me.
But the moment you hugged yourself to sleep,
I felt at ease, I wanted you to know I was there for you.
That it wasn't your wait alone, I was there all along.
All I need is a chance, all I need is a chance to be heard.
A chance to set all your wrongs right
A chance to be a voice
A chance against all odds
A chance to be there for you in whatever you do.
I am the eldest grandchild in my family. And being the eldest, I was pampered a great deal by my grandparents. My aama (grandma) and baa (grandpa) always shielded me from every possible dangers including thrashings from maa. I have pleasant memories of evening story sessions as grandpa took me to bed. Aama would oil my hair and tie pony tails which resembled coconut trees that I used to draw. Sundays meant elaborate sessions with my grandparents. Baa would trim my nails, aama would fondle me to sleep. Their bed room was literally my playing room, my story book reading room, my painting room and what not. With time, as I grew, I got a room of my own but their room was still my favourite one. When I left for hostel, I missed them more than I missed my parents. It was in the year 2014, I had come home after my exams when aama received a pressure stroke . She couldn't make it. I had spent a month as he lay sick on her bed. All of a sudden, there was a role reversal. I could
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