The Other Day

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The other day, I was a little girl again, making a bouquet from wild flowers with friends…

The other day, I was riding my bike, free falling with my arms wide in the air…

The other day, I was sitting in the dickey seat of my father’s car, with my legs dangling outside…

The other day, I was listening to the radio, singing along with every song they played…

The other day, I was reading my favourite book again, atop the guava tree in my backyard…

The other day I was keeling over with laughter, over a joke I had heard again…

The other day, I was a growing up in a small town, far away from the shimmer of the city lights…

The other day, I was learning to play the guitar, hoping to be a rock star someday…

The other day, I wanted to become a lawyer. To fight for truth and everything else I stood for …

The other day, I would have taken a bullet for my friends; I loved them to death…

The other day, I was hopelessly in love, never thought the feeling would fade…

The other day, I was home again; amongst familiar chatter and buzzing door bells…

The other day, I was trying to find the broken pieces…

Hoping it would feel just like the other day …

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Journey

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If it was up to me, I would be climbing trees just for the heck of it …

But then Mama said, “We will buy you some pretty frocks for your birthday this week "

Frocks never made it easy to climb those trees.

If it was up to me, I would come home with muddy feet…

But then Mama said “You ought to be playing at home. Give up your tom boyish ways."

If it was up to me, I would be whistling away melodies.

But then Mama said, "Young girls ought to have a shy demeanor. How can you be so un fille?"

If it was up to me, I would be playing cricket in the gully…

But then Mama said,” Pretty girls ought to have a fair complexion. You ain't going to play with those boys no more".

If it was up to me, I would never be cooking …

But then Mama said "It helps to start early. Good wives make perfect Rotis"

If it was up to me, I would never give up so much..

But then Mamma said "You are turning into a fine young Woman, Simi!"

If it was up to me I would never be on this Journey…

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