A new place, a new home
And a little puja of griha pravesh.
Distributing prasad, the ten-year old me
Saw him for the first time.
This was twelve years ago.
He lived upstairs. You met him?
Must have found him spreading joy!
He loved me, he loved everyone.
He was out for his morning walks
When I met him on my way to school.
Years passed, now I met him on my way to college.
Today, the same place but upstairs at his home.
Another little puja, but this time
Of uncle’s first death anniversary.
In response to Let it Bleed 12