Every Sunday, your wife tries
To prepare Kheer, just like
Your mom once did.
It falls short of something
Every time.
Your face assumes the same
Stroke of disappointment
Your father's did, when
Your mom failed to recreate
Your Grandma's kheer.
You think of breaking the loop
After such a realization.
But after looking at your son
Enjoying the same Kheer,
You let him have the opportunity-
Of learning the art of gaslighting
That runs patriarchy.