“I retired from Godrej and Boyce.
But wife didn’t retire from Godrej and Girls!”
He told it everytime.
Forty year’s service without a blot,
Daughter married off to America groom.
Or Venkatesan Mama in 25B?
Left early and returned late
To avoid the rush hour crowd.
No children, and no regrets.
Recollect Jayaram Mama?
The one who secretly returned potatoes,
Purloined by his wife.
That brings Sita Mami to mind.
The one who would turn up
After the poojai ended
And take a whole flaskful of payasam?
Can then Pankajam Mami be missed?
Sitting under the barren mango tree
To extract gossip from passers by.
I don’t blame you for not remembering.
I had to make up their names
To write this poem, for;
I have forgotten the original ones.
They were meant to be forgotten.