Double click life
I saw her
when I took a wrong turn
in the lane parallel to Jew street
of good old kochi.
That was 1995.
This is 2008.
Her skin had sagged and taken some fat,
gait slower than what I was used to in her,
like an actor playing a part much older than her.
“What’s wrong with you?
Wearing such a bad make up.
Take it off” I said quite angry.
“It will take
many more years to bring me back” she said.
And turned older
and older
and stooped
then she closed her eyes gently
and flapped her wings.
