The moon is nice and bright
on this Saturday night;
I enter my old room
that smell of a different perfume.
Here’s where my childhood was alive
where I wailed, jumped and jived;
Its paint is now worn and weathered
treasured still, though smothered.
I was only away for a year
But that’s enough to take away something dear
Oh! Enough now I’m home to feel at a loss
The sister has now become the boss!
Teal and yellow has changed to shades of pink
Needless to say, my heart sinks.
Where are the flowers, windchimes, and books umpteen?
Now there’s only MAC, NYX, and Maybelline!
I walk up to the reading nook
to sit down and take a closer look
Ah! I find something! Tears roll down my cheek
And I’m unable to speak.
I’m transported back to a time and place
where decked up in silk, flowers, and necklace
I walked up the staircase
with elegance and grace.
The Carnatic music is played
with glorified moves, I swayed
Radha’s love evident in my eyes
Alaipayuthe I danced.
I danced to be alive
to keep me sane;
to mend my broken heart.
Oh, the very thought is tearing me apart!
But as I set my ghungroo aside
I feel a sense of pride.
“Nothing else matters“, I whisper
for I’m the big sister!
I belong here where fond memories reside
So, out she goes, I vehemently decide!
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge and Friday Reflections by Corinne and Sanch. The prompt for today is Nostalgic.
Brings back memories of me getting married and leaving the apartment where I grew up, and returning a year later. But, for me, it wasn’t a younger sister taking over. It was just everything seeming so….small.
Memories bind us to the place! Now I can fathom what my elder brother might have felt after he left for his studies and I occupied the entire room which otherwise was shared between us. I had made sure that the room had everything that denoted my ownership! So silly and so teenagerish….I am sure gonna call my Big B today!
Loved this recount from the bottom of my heart…
– Anagha from Team MocktailMommies
Of course Big sisters rule!! How easily the younger siblings take over your room and make it unrecognisable. I can totally relate to this!! Don’t give up on your room or dream 😉
Oh thats such a sweet and agonising tale of love lost and found in the memories of your old room; every corner speaks of an old sorrow/joy and each word conveys that! Beautifully penned Shalzz!
Iam elder one in my family. I can relate to what you wrote. Good one
That last line 😅 I too have very fond memories of my room… It makes me emotional and brings back a flood of memories. My sister and then cousin sister changed the face of it… But I still boss around when I am home.
Beautiful lines, really nostalgic feel.
so many emotions worded so beautifully.
Alas! I’ve grown up in MES houses so never really had the joy of having my old room. In fact I don’t have anything from my childhood in my parents’ home as they made their own house only after my father retired and long after my marriage….. so I think you are lucky to have an old room from which you can throw out your sister!
Nostalgia…it speaks.
This is beautiful! transporting to a different world.. that’s what nostalgia does.
Your room is your room no matter where you live or how many years later you return! Nice take on nostalgia 🙂
Another lovely poem, Shalini which brings out the nostalgic memories so vividly! And 😀 for the last line!
Now I miss my old room, lovely lines Shalini… 🙂
Awww….there’s something about a space that you’ve lived in, especially during your growing days that leaves you with some warm memories. It is lovely to revisit those memories sometimes.
So many memories associated with our rooms. A very evocative poem and it slowly brings forth those emotions culminating in that last line. Terrific!
I can so relate to it! I am still the boss of my (Our) room. Even if a thing goes missing from my room…it snaps me out of the otherwise calm self of me.
You’ve grown up; the space is no longer yours. What a shock we all feel when that realization hits us. It’s all part of becoming an adult. It’s your sister’s now. Such is life.
Love this one…reminds me of when I went back to Bombay after 5 years and my sister had taken over our room; my cricket posters etc were no longer there and were replaced by the guy in Twilight *puke*
Also, I had to smile at the Carnatic music and dancing — it’s such a south Indian thing to do either or both of those. I had to learn to sing for many years until I gave up because I didn’t actually enjoy it nor did I understand it.
I miss my old room but now it’s gone – and a new multi storey building stands where my childhood was lived. But in my mind that room is so vivid and the memories remain. Thanks for sharing yours.
I totally relate to this. I have been away from home for more than 8 years now.. and the little sister has already taken over the reins of the room. Your poem made me nostalgic and reminded me of the times when I had a similar room of mine!
Oh, yes, I know that feeling! That’s how I felt after I visited my old room after my marriage and saw how it all had been changed to accommodate my younger bro!
Ah. the Bossy Big Sister returns home 😉
Very nice, T. I have felt changes even after a week away, so can imagine the nostalgia after a longer time away!
I still cling to my room back home, as if it’s my life. I got half of my books, and whole lot of memories nicely decked there. I keep telling my parents, that I don’t mind you giving the house to my brother, but that room remains mine no matter what.
About a year after I got married, my Mom decided to clean up my unused cupboard, and moved some of her stuff into it. Oh, how betrayed I felt! Finally, Mom stuck my pic on the door of the cupboard, just to say that it’s still mine 😄
Mr being the younger one, I’m sure my sister would be able to relate to this one 😂
What a beautiful poem. I felt I was in the room as I read it. Need more more more poetry 🙂
ha ha ha! Loved reading this! I miss my room too, but thankfully after marriage I took a few things with me and I carry that nostalgia with me wherever I go.
ha ha ha! Loved reading this! I miss my room too, but thankfully after marriage I took a few things with me and I carry that nostalgia with me wherever I go.
I still vividly remember my maternal grandparents’ place. Though, the house was remodeled later, when I close my eyes I can still see the old rooms that I loved playing in. Your post brought back so many memories.