I wrote his exactly 17 plus years ago for the son! I have just unearthed old pictures and both the kids’ baby books. I’m alone in Bangalore, and chuckling loudly. Ive perhaps had the best morning in a lot of mornings.
I’m very irritated!!
My hands, they wont co-operate,
They move on their own accord….
… and leave me feeling desperate.
The other day..
I felt a tickle in my nose.
I tried to scratch it, and
I got pretty close.
But, zooped slipped my hand.
With a might of its own, they
Went and scratched my cheeks.
Boy! You should have heard me shriek.
New Year’s eve was another story.
Mamma felt Oh! So sorry.
I was trying to hold a conversation over the phone
With someone in the other zone!
Instead my hand grabbed my hair and yanked it hard.
And it just wouldn’t let go,
Till I howled off the ground floor.
Yesterday didi (Kanak) kissed me very hard.
It hurt, so I wanted to scratch her back.
Obviously.. my unsteady hands.
Patted her cheeks instead.
Because, of all these problems.
I howl when I’m unwrapped.
I like to stay tied up because,
Then I know..
My naughty hands are trapped.
2nd January 1996
Thirani House. Breach Candy.