Friday, September 27, 2013

Sarita

I used to dance and would dwell on a misstep for days.
Now I cook all day for Manoj and Mani, spend, the thousands that Manoj earns and worry myself to death about Bittoo.

I don't dance anymore.
Only my eyes move now to the drone of the tele sitting in the drawing room.

My legs have long been dead.