Neha G.

In India...At Home

Sitting on my grandmother’s veranda,
looking out and interpreting,
I see a new world before me.
I have never experienced this world before.

Cars honking, cows roaming,
dogs barking, kids crying
A mist of sand in the air;
This world is different than back home.

New metro cars rush throughout this city;
They have began to replace the old system
of rickshaws, autos, and public buses.
They are quick, clean, and smooth.

In this new world there are more interactions
with neighbors, family, and friends.
Anybody can come over for a meal any time
without any notification before time.

At home we live a silent life
with no unexpected visitors.
We have time to focus on our work,
though life can be somewhat isolated.

Ours is a very planned out and busy life,
centered around work and kids at home.
It’s different from the world I see before me,
But I like both worlds the same.


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