Of Long Lost Summer Days With Maa
I bought Pond's talcum powder from Indian store yesterday,
I sprinkled it after the evening bath.
Combed my hair with center partition,
And walked barefoot on freshly cut grass.
The soft scent of lilies didn’t go well with my body chemistry,
I didn’t smell as nice as you.
The center partition didn’t suit my round face,
How the kurta looked, I have no clue.
It was hard to imitate you,
As a girl, I tried to fit in.
You, a gracious lady,
With skin as smooth as porcelain.
I have the same features,
Minus your class and grace.
How silly of me to think?
I could be at your place.
But Maa, I thought again,
How can I replicate long lost summer days?
You dressed in a neat cotton sari,
Serving rooh-afza to guests on holidays.
I can’t buy your personality,
I buy the closest things, though.
Ponds talcum, Shilpa bindi, cotton dress,
And folding chairs for the patio.
Then I struggle hard to bring a little soul,
To the inanimate stuff.
I even fill the tall glasses with rooh-afza,
For an extra dose of summer love.
You must visit me once,
You'd amazed at your grown-up daughter.
As I try to recreate the 90s summer,
You'd in for a bout of laughter.
Maa, I do all that,
Because I terribly miss you on long summer days.
And the whiff of Pond's talcum powder,
I used to steal on that quick embrace.
I idolized you as a little girl,
Your fine manners and gentle laugh.
Do you know one of my most prized possessions,
Is your 12th Farewell photograph?
With age, I've become more like you,
Still, there are a few things I miss.
Sitting by your side on cool summer evenings,
And your soft kiss.
Mom’s Farewell Photo
And here's an old print ad of Pond's Talcum in the 80s -
Image Source - Here