The clock ticks four
by the time I reach home.
The sun turns orange.
That I look strange.
I search for her
as I enter the kitchen
A boiling chai
caught my senses.
I see her standing
waiting to pour it.
I say, ‘Maa’ I’m home.
She brings the
brewing tea cup
with a biscuit.
She likes ‘Parle G’
I ate the bourbon cream.
We share a memory,
An evening routine every day.

By: Anushka Gaikwad (Parvatibai Chowgule College of Arts & Science)