I had been waiting for you,
From the past few months.

You didn’t show up nor send any letter –
So I climbed up a mango tree,

Counted till three, but there was no sign of you;
Mom sat below screaming my name

I thought she needed a mango, so
I plucked one and dropped on her head.

I thought she would stop but her volume increased
So I plucked a few more and dropped on her head,

Now she was silent, probably happy with the fruits –
I climbed down a little later.

She was lying facing the ground
My house was on fire; 

I couldn’t save my house, mom lay in hospital
But you never came,  when my need for you was dire.


32 thoughts on “Wait

  1. Oh, the guy’s not worth it. I’m hoping those were metaphorical mangos. They don’t weigh as much. With good insurance cover, you can always get another house, but you’ve got to take care of your mother. 🙂


  2. This is weird humor!
    I enjoy weird and you wrote so beautifully!

    So, now I come here. 😀

    Why did you feel you could not write on Indian culture anymore?

    Also: have you been writing last few months? I didn’t see your posts in Reader, nor got any email notifications for the same!

    Best wishes!

    Anand 🙂


    1. I have been writing okay not every week but every month I make a post. Why u don’t receive notification I don’t know. I love our culture and there’s lots to write but I’m more passionate about romance. It makes its way to me, I don’t have to go for it

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