By Mehak Gupta
If I were to write about our love story
Where would I start?
Could I begin with your Church Sundays
And the Hymns and Bhajans
That you and I sang
to our Gods in different Mandirs?
Would it be highbrow to mention education and ambition
Your square feet and my luxuries?
If I were to start with honesty
Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to reminisce
My relatives and friends
Who chanted in dissonance
A private concert for my ear
“You can do better”
Who will understand that the nudity of our romance
Lay in the nakedness of our vulnerabilities
A warm safety net.
Tell me,
To whom do I really owe the bare bones
of our little ship