I sit by the window, sipping my morning tea
“Where did the decade flee?”, Oh, what a pity!
“It’s time to pack”, the black boxes seem to scream
The posting has come, no, it’s not a bad dream.
Choosing a major I loved, was how the decennium began
Friends, fun, and frolic a go-go, while I still programmed.
Campus interviews and job offers, I had in hand
My dream company I joined, just like I planned.
Along came my man in Olive Green
His eyes made my breath catch and his smile gleamed.
Little did I know what I’d signed up for, oh, Geez!
‘Cos this life was different as chalk and cheese.
“Aunty, you’re so pretty!“, a 21-yr-old said
“Don’t call me that”, I wanted to stress
This is only the beginning, my husband whispered
There’s so much to learn, you’ll get it all deciphered.
Relearn your ABCs, he insisted on
DR, DQ, CO, TO, ah! it was mumbo jumbo and made me yawn.
Coffee mornings and ladies meet lifted my spirits up
The sarees in my wardrobe always backed me up.
From Banarasis to Bhagalpuris and Kanjeevarams to Kasuvu
Flaunt I did in style and not to woo.
One major duty awaited which I had to do
Family Welfare meets were the way to go.
Quilling, crafting, cooking, and care of health
We made it all fun, in times of distress.
I didn’t crib or pretend illness
Master I did, how to walk, talk and dress.
The bachelors gatecrashed at one in the night
“Coffee, Ma’am” they screamed in unison with all their might.
The husband looked at me, with a grin on his face
While I was expected to look like a diva, in the first place.
I raided my fridge to get a pizza base
A sumptuous spread followed, putting the Michelin stars to shame.
An engineer to a teacher I’d become
That’s the fate of us all- doctors, architects, you name’em all.
The tea has gone cold, but I still ponder on
Whether we’d be moving to a mansion or another shelter home.
Creepies and crawlies I’ll be looking out for
Alas! A windowless kitchen would make my skin crawl.
“Darr nahin lagta?”, don’t you dare ask
When the husband is guarding the frontiers, you don’t get to sun bask.
I’m the one who fixes a fused light bulb
Taking care of bank accounts while tears I gulped.
I’m the devoted nurse to his aged parents, a plumber fixing leaks,
While he may get to call, only once in three weeks.
Life in the army is no ballroom dancing
For a comrade-in-arms is martyred, in firing and blasting.
Kargil, Pathankot, Uri the list goes on
“Is a meager RIP enough?“, I think aloud.
I’m not the naive little girl of a decade foregone
I serve as the Silent Rank as my soldier braves on.
I’m not a damsel in distress, I don’t make a scene
I’m more spirited and disciplined than I’ve ever been.
Friends I’ve made, in every single station,
Neighbors opened doors with not a sign of frustration.
Courage and camaraderie like you’ll never get to see
Boy, oh boy, I’ve molded into a lady, take it from me.
My chest swells in pride every single morning
As he polishes his stars, gleaming and adorning.
This is the only way I know how to live
A life I’ll choose a decade for now and forever, you better believe!
“This post is a part of ‘DECADE Blog Hop’ #DecadeHop organised by #RRxMM Rashi Roy and Manas Mukul. The Event is sponsored by Glo and co-sponsored by Beyond The Box, Wedding Clap, The Colaba Store and Sanity Daily in association with authors Piyusha Vir and Richa S Mukherjee”