Sometimes,
one of these days when it rains,
I want
to sit by the window sill,
And
read her my favourite book,
And
watch her wonder at the rain drops
But
before there were rains,
There
had been a summer,
Never
the same, but this,
Not
quite like any other
Sure
not like her first
When
she’d crawl more and walk less,
Garble
more and talk less,
Yet each
time her lips parted,
She
brought me a feeling uncharted.
A
myriad, not one, I’ll always be swarmed
She’ll
giggle away and I’ll be disarmed
In
summers to follow,
She’d put
on her school dress,
Wave out
to me
Like a
sun in her prowess,
Then
there was a period when she sketched,
That
was also the time she started caring for her tress
Season
changed, and cold was common again,
To give
her company, I too would feign a pain,
She had
started dancing now,
Sometimes
I’d shake a leg too,
Solving
her math problems,
I’d
learn some math too
But
there were lessons,
A
little few on hope too
Because
that’s how I kept up,
I
could’ve given up too
And
then came the last summer,
The one
that was unlike none,
We
drove around a lot,
And
stopovers for lemonades were fun
Last
summer, our car broke down a lot too,
Fixing
it was hard, but fixing it was what we had to
Soon,
she took to a habit,
That of
me fixing it for her,
So,
when doctors took her to the Operating unit,
She said,
my daddy would fix me sir
Who was
to say what Daddy could do?
He was
no doctor, had only hope to cling on to
The hope
that he had taught her,
Today
was Daddy’s test,
One he couldn’t
falter
So that’s
what I have been telling you,
Now you
tell me something too,
Sometimes
one of these days when it rains,
Should I
not want to sit by the window sill?
And
read her my favourite book?
Should
I or should I not?
Want to
watch her wonder at the rain drops again.
