My double shot soy latte
has turned cold as I sit
on this rusty handicapped bench.
It’s a beautiful park with red earth
and birds nesting all around me like opinionated men.
I come here every year the night before my birthday
to see this huge dynamic blindingly lit flyover.
Two and a quarter miles away
the flyover provides its best view from this bench.
From six to now sixteen
this soulless stranger has talked me through
my startling nine life lessons.
And as I sit here
reminiscing them all again
I find the younger me
musing on this flyover
so distinctively trite.
Weird how
At the end you
Always remember the beginning
And that’s how I got my tenth one.
Written by Ridhima Sharma for MTTN
Featured image by Aditi for MTTN
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