a part of me.

1

You are beautiful. this body of yours is something to be proud of.hold on to it.let yourself love your flaws.let yourself make mistakes.

life is long. make it worthwhile

have people to celebrate the mundane shitty things. celebrate your tripping over something.

celebrate falling in love with the wrong person. celebrate letting someone go. now

let it go.

and live.

not everything has to be worthwhile.

this poem is dedicated to that naive 16-year-old boy, in search

of love and meaning of everything, trying to find his place in this city filled with rats, roaches and bed bugs.

2

dear ma,

as we sit across our rooms. You praying on my old Jainamaj. Me on my laptop hoping you don’t force me to pray.

I am not the same Tintin. I have changed into something better and hopeful. Also something you always feared.

When I was 5. You, me, baba sleeping on one bed, me on the corner. You hope I don’t fall from the bed. I used to ask myself how life would be without you. Thoughts of calling God an idiot used to make me scared. Your snoring used to keep me up all night.

I heard you rushing to didi’s room in our old lalmatia apartment. She was on the floor, unconscious, from all shouting and screaming from you and baba. I saw you crying as you tried to pick didi up, you felt hopeless, I didn’t know what to do, my hands were covered in daal. this day followed us to new york.

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