I weave stories burried underneath my skin,
I exist somewhere between fact and fiction.
The day goes by giving me pale memories.
The sun settles on my broken window sills yet again
Asking me what it takes to dream?
I disappear into paperbacks, ah! that musty smell
Voices, I hear voices battle in my head
One voice leads to other and there is no turning back,
And yet I stand at the fringes, that's where I have always belonged.
I paint my world in colours, all bright and bold.
But I know how dull colours can be!
I have seen them, been through them,
But, I know what it takes to dream.
What it takes to love yourself with no conditions attached.
What it takes to fly and get hurt and fly again,
What it takes to sing songs without worrying of getting judged,
What it takes to be me, what it takes to be not anyone else,
And that is why I have built my world in between fact and fiction.
For each penny worth pain, there is a dollar to repay,
For each broken promise, there is trust to reward
For each moment spent, there is a memory to keep,
For being alive, for being free for each story in frame
I want to be me and wear my skin,
And say, " There I am look, you see me".
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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