A FAMILIAR PLACE

As I step into this hall,

I can feel those memories gushing in my brain,

The sitting arrangement was always the same

Brothers and sisters are opposite each other in the frame.

In the center was a plate

Filled with laddoo and halwa and jalebi

Then there was a photographer encircling all of us

Only to find out that he was the nephew of my mother.

After all this,

We used to form a perfect circle

We laughed and talked

And the kids ran round and round.

I now wonder how we were so happy

But now we are not.

Oh! Where did all that time go?

Can I get them back before it becomes too long ago?

We all may have found success

But did we really find happiness?

How did we get so busy?

That even these moments became a liability?