I’m from family trips to the motherland.
I’m from the coconut water my Nanaji (Grandfather) and I would drink after a morning walk.
I’m from the temple my Naniji (Grandmother) would teach me how to pray in.
I’m from the hairstyles I would beg my Mosi (Aunt) to do for me.
I’m from the home cooked meals my Naniji would amaze us by.
I’m from the ludo game my Mami (Aunt) would always beat me in.
I’m from the late night Kulfi (Ice cream) runs my Mama (Uncle) would take us on.
I’m from the dance parties my cousins and I would randomly throw in the living room.
I’m from the larger than life arcades my cousins and I would play in.
I’m from the movie theater we would watch hindi films in.
I’m from the pani puri and chaat my mom and I would drool over.
I’m from the goodbyes we would bid each other.
I’m from the dreadful flight home.
I’m from the airplane bathroom I would wipe my tears in.
I’m from the 10 suitcases we would unpack.
I’m from the whatsapp calls we would stay in touch with.
I’m from the family group chats we would wish each other happy diwali on.
I’m from the constant appearance of these memories in my dreams.
I’m from the wish to go back again soon.
