ON MY WAY
The shortcut we called hypotenuse
The titillating smell of asafoetida tempering
The rains drenching our every pore
The mud created hopscotch
Waiting for the city bus to arrive.
Chattering with a stranger
whose only known detail was the stoppage.
Expired MST, confidence became saviour.
From playing with the puppies on the way
To avoiding the bovines, taking the safest way
From running between traffic signals to catch the last bus
To walking past 10 buses stuck in traffic jam
Picking mulberry from the white House garden.
Buying road side contaminated salted peanuts.
On the way from school to home
We didn't knew we were creating more than memories!
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