I stood frozen in time
Helpless. Pushed as the shore.
The sea, didn't belong to me,
Yet, I dared to touch its foam
The shells lying around lured me
I knew I was cursed.
Yet, I felt the sea through my skin
There came this moment,
I surrendered to the sea
I fell for it.
I knew it came with a price,
Little did I know the sea would suffer
Little did I want to see it in pain
For, a shore can be near the sea
But it's destiny is to love it from afar.
The moon jeered at me
Yet, the benign sun took care with its warmth.
While the sea could shed its tears in pain
The shore knew it had nothing to grieve
The sea never could be his
The sea would remain its muse
The only thing that the shore hoped was:
For the sea to wash its pain in its shore.
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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