I am from gaming under cozy blankets
From Wilson Tennis Rackets, smacking balls across the court
From Betty Crocker Mug Cakes and Vanilla Bean Ice Cream
(the deliciousness always burnt my tongue)
I am from muddy grass in front of limestone brick
Soft, white, and ever so glistening
I am from wet plants and weeds, humid and sticky
beautiful trees towering trees whose trunks I remember scaling
I’m from baking warm lemon cupcakes and dark brown hair
From Amita and Puneet
I’m from fighting for control of the TV Remote and snatching treats from the pantry
From work hard and party harder
I’m from praying at the temple in faith
the sweet taste of nostalgic sugar cubes
the home-felt smell of metallic statues and coins
I’m from Naperville and Shyam Nagar
Spicy lentils and bitter chai
From my father living in the Netherlands for years
The risk my parents took for me to move here
It’s always comforting to open the iPhone 14 containing years and years of memories.
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