Not until there’s lots of joy but noise.
Not until you have to share your favourite chocolate with your sibling
like you have absolutely no choice.
Not until every little mistake is analyzed like I’ve committed a crime.
Not until you randomly start humming a song
which ends up like an entire jamming session
but with the wrong lyrics most times.
Not until there’s always a fight to change the channel
or just to hold the remote.
Not until you secretly steal other’s clothes.
Not until when you’re being scolded you always try to extenuate
Not until you’re woken up on Sundays with the dropping of a grenade
I know sometimes it gets really annoying and noisy
But that’s where you feel, loved,
accepted despite your flaws and moral clashes,
like you belong and you can be cosy.
~ Komal Halwai (Parvatibai Chowgule College of Arts and Science, Borda, Margao)
