I am from swings and sculptures,
The cracks in my red oxide floor.
I am from Maggi in the rain
and Geeta Akka’s dosais –
From firecrackers and gul on my face
(Borderline safety hazards and all)
I am from the songs we make about each place we go;
I come from high highs.
I come from low lows.
I am from the exercise balls we use as seats.
From home videos and books that spill –
Like coffee. I am definitely from coffee.
I am from all the “Good Morning’s” and all the “I love you’s”
I am from all the “Screw you’s” and all the “Screw you too’s”
I am from the preteen quotes that hang over my bed
I am from long talks with my cousins and long battles in my head.
I am from the photo albums my father curates carefully,
I am from my mother’s need for a joint family.
I am from an ecosystem.
I am home.