When I was 16,
I took so much effort to study and to look good
To look good especially to attract boys, silly me,
Those days, a new pimple on my face was enough to ruin the day
I applied all possible kitchen ingredients on my face
I also studied like there is no tomorrow
Just to gain attention
In my twenties,
Nothing much changed except
For a transition from learning to earning
I focused a lot on my career
I had to participate in this race, you know,
Run and run for a reason I didn't know
I knew just this that it never made me happy
Stepping into thirties,
Still running for the same unknown reason,
Searching for happiness,
Oh and also to cook and clean
Because I learnt people now
Value me for how good I clean and prepare meals.
Nothing more nothing less.
Looking back,
I really don't understand why my parents were super disappointed
when I got that second rank in class
Or when I couldn't win that singing competition
Played a joke, perhaps?
These days, no one cares for what I am capable of
No one cares for how I try to transform as a better person
No one cares to see the efforts
Everything is fine!
As long as my chapati is fine
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