Teacher as well at the convent.
She was fond of me.
Gave toffees, and
other eatables.
Would catch hold of
Me whenever I scratched
My head to pick lice
In the evening.
I would offer her flowers
Randomly. It felt nice.
That winter, Mom went to
Her maiden home for
The third delivery. Dad was
In the Army like always.
Felt forgotten and aloof
For months in my big joint family,
And only Ma'am felt like
Family in the absence of
Mom.
After the summer holidays,
When I returned from
Visiting mom.
Ma'am wasn't there.
Married off. Gone.
I waited for her as my
Aloofness grew louder
In the house--
The itch in my head
Wouldn't stop.
I insisted on shaving
My head in the following
Month, when Grandpa
Took me to the barber.
Something broke me
That day and I suppose
That explains, why I hate
Shampoo to this day.