I dreamt of my hometown I walked in its narrow lane in my Bata flip-flops With my mismatched dupatta trailing on one side I stepped into that old kiran a shop Then I stood still And everything flashed back to me Savita Aunty peeping into everyone's lives And rickshaw parked under that Neem tree There knock on the door was seldom People called out your name Sharma Aunty was 'Billo ki Mummy' And borrowing was never considered a shame Diwali-Dussehra-Shaadi had a different flavor We exchanged mithai, not gifts Where Rohan spent more time in Chawla's house Till he was six We celebrated little of things Oh, we did show-off News of new TV by Rana Aunty Ended as a debate in Gupta family to buy a car That strange-happy feeling of belongingness That loud laughter of pesky neighborhood aunts Small town version of Gossip Girls Who plucked leaves from your Tulsi plant If you ever lived in a small town You may still hav...