The Wait I am thirteen years of ignorance, Five years of mistakes and three years Of telling myself not to do them again. I am Khasi with no Khasi name. Catholic, with no Catholic name. I am christened with Imagination, Watered with Precision And salted with Detail. It has been exactly one hour And thirty six minutes Since I arrived at the airport And exactly seventeen minutes Less of that, that I saw a Maruti 800 With dents and scratches and a family. I wanted to imagine right away. To create a personal motion picture For my mind and my mind, alone: You see, There was Dada with little Riya Sitting in the passenger seat next to Rajah ― Their loyal driver who has a North Indian wife Pregnant with their second child. In the back seat was Anjali, first child
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