I remember being seven and climbing onto your back in glee
When you substituted graciously for a park tree
I remember uneaten tomato sandwiches moulding in my tiffin
Which you made with such care and I casually disdained
I remember the unending concern that fuelled frantic telephone calls
While I was gallivanting blissfully absent for days from the hall
I remember knocking on the bathroom door to give you my exam result
And now I regret so much not seeing your face exult
I remember you rushing to get ready for Sunday church
And morning drives through a sleeping Delhi at breakneck speed
I remember you always were the fastest driver I know
And perhaps the luckiest
I remember you telling me how you studied after lights out,
And I remember it as such a burden,
With your parents always finishing first in school
And not being good enough, but today it fills me with laughter and pride.
I remember every meal you cooked and every serving dish
And how I complained when I was crass and foolish
And today I long desperately for a taste from your kitchen
I remember the hug you gave when you told me your husband died
And how you stood elegant and proud when they buried his coffin
I remember your stubborn courage
Speaking up always for what you thought,
Getting into arguments &
Fighting might in the Supreme Court yourself
In your 80s.
And I remember today that I am unworthy of this amazing love,
and that I am immensely blessed.
Happy Birthday to the beat of my heart.