Rearview

Dad takes us on a long drive 

as we reunite after two years. 

We come across my old school

dad starts reminiscing first day of my school

and exclaims, he used to be a brat;

Mamma replies, this institution is a palette

of memories which turned him into a sincere boy. 

Two miles away, there’s an exhibition going on

where I recall going every year

after being done with my exams;

we chatter about how my parents used to

bring me here to get my favorite toy

on the pretext of passing my exams with flying colours. 

We move forward in a similar way to life, 

we dine at my favourite restaurant, 

mamma asks dad to order chicken curry

which bring tastes to our conversation;

for it used to my favourite dish 

and mamma used to cook it for me eagerly

on different occasions. 

We finish the scrumptious dinner

and go for a walk, 

we look at the sky and introspect:

time elapses fast

just like the disappearing sun under the horizon

my childhood disappeared somewhere

under the responsibilities of adulthood.