life's a kick

My mind has followed your words, to the last possible letter, from you I became this, for you I will become better. There doesn’t exist a dream, that doesn’t stem from you, it’s you who helps me be, to myself and others – true. Your art, your passion, your wholeness; your mindfulness and peace, you’re a treasure trove of wealth, I was born with Paradise’s keys For every good done by me, for every acknowledged deed my praise, my prize, my promise; belongs to my Papa, indeed.

Everything was okay in the life of 8-year old Prerna. Until her younger sibling was born. As an ebullient child with big eyes and continuous chatter, Prerna was a charmer, most of all for her Papa. As the first-born of her parents, Prerna was as much a mission as a gift. She obliged them as much as they doted on her. She did well at studies, at sports, and at general socializing with other children and adults. Her mom often complained about Prerna’s ‘endless’ energy to her father and others. “ So what’s wrong in that? It’s lack of energy that should be a concern, isn’t it? ” Papa would remark. Filling Prerna with a secret sense of pride. “ Stay like this ,” he whispered in her ears, hugging and cuddling her at the same time. Papa was her ‘bestest’ friend. Prerna and Papa were the centre of each other’s universe. When Papa was around, she cared for nothing and nobody else. Not her mom, who was in any case always busy with cooking and housework. Not for her maid Aparna aunti

“Ae sun, main tera naam bhool gayi” (Hey there, I forgot your name). She remarked with cocky impudence, pointing her index finger in his face. “Shukriya bhagwaan ka ki bhool gayi” (Thank God you forgot it). He spat back with matching distaste. Face deadpan. Eyes challenging. Two seconds later, they burst out laughing. She slapped him on the back, and he jumped as though bitten by a snake. Smiling ear to ear, the two proceeded in opposite directions. She, the store GM. He, the pantry boy. This is what the woman looked like, smiling and professional, draped in a perfect sari  All this transpired in ten seconds, while I was waiting my turn for using the washroom. Rewind 30 minutes. I was out shopping at this store in Connaught Place with my mother. We were trying (like all good Indian buyers) to get some discount on the stated price. That’s when we were introduced to this woman, the Store Manager. She heard us patiently on how we’d sworn by the store for the last