Scenes of India

Side-seating at the back of the scooter, your arm around your lover’s neck

Looking out by the balcony, combing your long black hair

Early morning, washing your house front and drawing your daily rangoli

Walking laughing, holding the hand of your daughter

Taking photos of your son dipping his toes in the ocean for the first time

Sitting down with your grandson, shaking his masala milk to cool it

You bring your little brother for food, call your parents so they get news on his day

Sitting crossed-legged on the street, eyes closed and smiling, your son playing with your long hair

Hearing the sounds of you washing your son, drumming on his skin with him laughing

No more seats in the metro, an old couple proposes to take this young girl on their lap to her father

Night-time, crossed-legged inside your shop, you play board games on your phone with a friend

You show your little sister how to fly her little kite during sunset hours