Member-only story
Today
A Poem about Today
I want to write about my aunt’s birthday celebration today in India but instead of that I am writing about my heartbreak because of the sadness. I want to write about the fragrance of gajra which I tied in my hair to feel closer to my homeland but instead of that I am writing about the fear which women feel in my homeland.
I want to savour the aftertaste of the pasta which I made with oyster mushroom but instead of that I am reminded of the memory which I have been carrying with me since the year 1990. I want to write about today knowing tomorrow I would have forgotten about it.
And today I have realised quietly we become carrier of those memories. We give them space knowing our heart is full. We have become traveller knowing that there is no end to this journey. As I write I wonder is this a poetry?
Note — a gajra is a flower garland worn by Asian women specially during festivals.
