The 10 o’ clock traffic I battle with every day while reaching work
The footsteps of the dog that follows me home every evening from the sabji mandi to my doorstep
The unpredictable sound as the bucket in the bathroom fills with steaming hot water
Papa’s unadulterated snores after a hard day of work
The crackle of cumin and mustard as Ma prepares a tadka
The air which passes as Grandpa turns yet another page of the newspaper
The way Grandma picks the best flowers for her beloved Gods
Bhai’s pencil’s movement on the sketchbook as he brings life to pictures or pictures to life
Your unruly hair
Your imperfect teeth
And the freckles on your tanned face
It’s beauty and a blessing when you find poetry in everything!
-Sayali Chandwadkar
MBA 1st year – Human Resources
Self proclaimed writer