never thought I would regret growing up
the sweet smell of my mother's cooking
the aroma of the cooked food
that bike ride with my dad
that fastfood brought by him in the evening,
being independent is all fun until
it hits you that aub tum ghar bas chuttiyo me jaoge,
that is when you that you have finally grown up !!
©Dristi Dash
#kinaara #poem @indefinite_mirage
