Letters to a Friend – IV

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Birds, bees and (air)crafts do it,
and Gosh Time does it too
to much of our surprise.
Yes, they all fly.
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I saw M as a little girl
sometime in 2006 during the holy month
of Ramadan. A invited me to come along
to the cottage where the Bs lived in the woodlands.
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Subsequently, Time subsumed M’s younger years,
and M eventually stepped into the assembly hall
for her prospective week, foregoing that little girl
that once she was, guarding her experience in her grey cells.
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Despite having both the parents at the School,
and having such beauty, that made many S’ spin around
her like moon around the earth, M respected her parents and spent time with her younger brother,
her mum and dad, and continued for four or so years at the School.
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Her dance and art were ebullient like her eyes, flowing like a stream.
Her henna tatoos or her interest in sound engineering confused gender definitions.
Her knack of dealing with adult staff members was quite a talent
For everyone knew her since she was child of 6 years.
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Her leaving speech was one of the best I ever listened to.
She moved on, to do Dance, before proceeding to the US with a full
scholarship. Now I see the same Ms. M
as a young woman with a nice boyfriend working with for a reputed firm.
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The seed that once germinated into a sapling
is now a fully grown tree. The fruits, the shade and the flowers,
and the entire ecosystem that it created what matters, even though
the seniors were obliged to have a forced retreat from the very grounds
the sapling grew.

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Life moves on, our time on the plant is a mere 80 odd years.

Might we keep aside our differences and live peacefully for planet’s sake.

 

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