Maa, as I prefer to call my grandma,
Maa sounded a bit dull, and I was like don’t worry,
I will be there soon, will meet you and share all the stories,
I told her to be there,
Not do too much work, you know,
Chill a bit, have an evening with friends,
The tea sessions, but she was like,
But all of you, my grandkids,
Were my friends,
I don’t know what to say to these old ladies,
And I need my friends, you were my people,
And you all moved away so soon,

And I planned my vacation, see I will be there in May,
We will sit, and in our conversation, as we call them,
‘Mein kahaani keh dungi aapko saari’
I will share all the stories from this new land,
She smiled, and tell me now kiddo,
And I filtered, you know everything wholesome that happened,
The lady I helped in a wheelchair to stop the bus,
And she smiled, too proud of me,
Saying yes, please, do all that you can give back,

I know how much she was smiling,
Just when my brother called up,
She loves us both so much,
I saw the smiles on her face,
But somewhere, I feel a bit lost as well,
I remember the promise made,
During the initial days when grandpa passed away,
I will be there for you, Maa, don’t worry,
I know she had all of us, every one of us,
But we both had this inner connection,
She knew she could rely on me,
Without any formalities, and tell her secrets,
You know, a separate talk of our own,

And I miss that conversation, with her no phone of her own,
But soon, we will meet again; I will share my bit of stories,
She will have hers; I hope good ones,
As I prefer to believe, I have just a bit of her brave,
And that is all the strength I ever need!