for the first time

it feels like i am about to get married
it feels weird
and a little scary

the memories come flooding back
the fights with my baby brother
the keep out signs on my room door
the thinking long walks to the watering hole
the evenings spent with cousins
waiting for Papa to pick me from the bus stop
the "hungry mama" as soon as i reached home

every room holds a special moment
every wall has a story to tell
i see
me
growing up
falling down
rebelling
contemplating
dreaming

something is special here
something is special about this place
this place that i call home

today

is just another ordinary day.
i glass painted.
i am happy.
i dont want to get back to work.
i dont want to get back to mumbai.

i just want to stay here.
i want to paint.
i want to fly free.