They’ve been tucked away
Plain postcards covered in scrawls
Small talk , futile sentences
Words that would offend none at all
I should have picked the flawed pen
And used immoral ink
To stain each of those postcards
With what I truly think
Postcards I should have posted
Kill me a little every day
Reminders of three lethal words
I might never again say
One moment I think I’m killing it being a mom and a little later I think being a mom is killing me !
Raindrops trickle down the windowpane
They’ll be gone when the storm subsides
But damp cheeks must endure the outpouring
Until she silences the storm inside
( Read somewhere that Love shelters you from the storm …but what if love is the storm ? )
To scold someone for their excessive consumption of tea 🙂
A tea addict like me would know !
Just the way she likes it 🙂
As we drove around Aarey Milk colony last evening , the pleasant weather motivated us to go all the way up to the restaurant for some tea. The cannon ball tree in the compound outside is a pretty picture . Luckily the rainfall obliged and stopped for a bit , allowing me to take a few pictures of the flowers.
Happy socks help me heel 🙂
The state flower of Maharashtra. It’s called tamhan in Marathi. I didn’t know this was the state flower until recently. Better late than never, no ?
From the garden in our housing complex 🙂