If I were a memory
I'd be the day when
maa taught me how to close
the lid of a pressure cooker.
How she told me that
I must not get frustated and
gently twist & then turn the lid
until it fits the periphery of the cooker.
A memory of how she inadvertently
taught me that I'd not fit into
those new people if I haste,
so I'd have to identify their edges,
gradually try to fit in and
then make myself belong there.
A memory of how maa was
always with me like a memory.
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