My unborn child 2

As promised, I return to tell you about the poem in the previous post. The poem is written by my one dear childhood friend AH. I'm not in touch with any of my childhood friends except her and maybe a few others. Dad had a transferable job, so couldn't help it, and thus easily lost contact with pals from the era of "no emails". She however is special. She is my mums best friends daughter. Auntie was very dear to me and my family always, a sister to my mother which she didn't have. AH was my third sister to me. I hated my sisters and her as well in those days. Arrey we were small kids, and I think you all remember the girl-boy rivalry in bachpann.

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Girl: "Can we play cricket with you?"
Boy: "Sorry, we don't play with sissy girls!"
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Boy: "Can we come into your doll house?"
Girl: "Sorry we don't have room for dirty boys in our doll house"
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Haha, those were funny times, so the thing is that I used to fight a lot with her and my sisters. But then she was the maturer one out of my sisters. So there were times when we both could play without fighting when my other two sisters were not around. And during one such short lived moment of "ceasefire", we both decided to write a poem together. My memory of the poem is very faint, something about a lattoo (top). The poem had 10 lines, I would write one line and she would write the next. So 5 lines each. The poem had soon become a priced possession and we would both narrate it to almost anyone we met. Then there was a poem writing competition at school. Now I had to make my contribution, rite? So I submitted our poem, and only wrote my name for it, she wasn't in my school, thus I couldn't have possibly written her name with mine. Upon returning home, I met her in the evening and told her about the competition. Oh I still remember the excitement on her face, the ear to ear smile, the raised eyebrows, the widened eyes, and how I killed it when I told her that I could only submit it under my name. Sorry but I couldn't do it otherwise. I'm really sorry!

Later, Auntie got transferred and we lost touch. But then we met again last year. Oh I'm glad we did. Talking about our childhood she still cursed me for the poem. Lolz, we were both glad that we remembered it, and the silence that followed the realization as we both dipped into our memories of sweet childhood. Damn! Abhi a few days back I wondered if she too maintains a blog like me. So I googled it up. Sure did find something, sadly she has deleted the blog, and google had only this one page in it's cache. And it was a poem. A poem again! The only poem that I was ever able to write belonged to us both, and now she was still writing poems. Felt strange, that I had nothing to do with this poem. If only I could have contributed in someway to this poem, a poem which we could now publish under both our names together! No school competitions :)

She and auntie are the only people that still address me as Minda, my first name. Abhi writing her an email and requesting her to let me write a poem with her :) and also if she would let me read her other poems if any which she might have written. Not telling her that I maintain a blog, gosh can't let my family know about the existence of this thing :)

P.S.: Not using her real name in the post for the fear that she might google her own name up and run into my blog! The same reason for publishing her poem as a picture! You can't google text which is published as a picture :)