traditions | shampurna's a.u.

I am from tossed root beer and tattered sweaters

From lavender lilies and black & white photography

I am from the dark crimson bricks and holiday wreaths

I am from the icy blue snowflakes descending slowly to the ground

The scarlet roses with thorny stems climbing up our California walls

I’m from holy days and big chocolate eyes

From Aishika and Aihika

I’m from Sunday coffee and swimming marathons

And from putting up the Christmas angel.

I’m from “Shut up!” and “Please talk to me!”

And from Van Halen’s “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love”

I’m from watching Saturday afternoon Doctor Who episodes

And from San Jose, California, and the Indian nationality

From big Nutella sandwiches and delicious Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino’s

From B-B’s blissful marriage, with the perfect diamond ring, and the final kiss to tie the two lovers together

I am from these moments, printed from my Polaroid camera

Lying in a heart-shaped collage, frozen, both on my wall and in my mind

… whistles the subtle tune of “Tomorrow” every night just to drive my family psychotic.

… attempts to go vegetarian, but can’t, due to the fact that every Friday, my family serves a heaping platter of mouth-watering steak.

… cherishes every moment that I feel the velvety touch of water on my skin at the lake with family and friends.

… despises the crusty dried drool around my mouth every dull morning.

… shivers at random times, be it hot or cold, allowing strangers to stop, stare, and gossip.

… adores birthdays, not because I’m growing up, but because of the sugary cakes and the delightful presents.

… listens to melodic music, usually The Beatles or One Direction, because I see and connect to things on a whole new level.

… collects at least one stretchy knit beanie from every single state I visit.

… decorates basically every single thing that is handed to me, from clothes to phone cases to school binders.

… suffers in solitude, because I hate fake sympathy and unhelpful advice.

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