The century old wooden antique,
And fragment of my ancestor’s legacy
Was broken while transporting from its home state!
My unstoppable mind engine weaved an emotional symbolism:
Of me being so careless about the legacy,
Of me breaking the rule of my traditional family law,
Of me helplessly loosing the people whom I lived for,
This far…

Things were kept outside scattered,
They reminded me of how hopelessly I am scattered too;
No one to care or fix!
Yet, I am reminded of how much it takes to take care of someone…
So pulled away by the idea of signing up neither for taking care nor for being taken care…
After taking oath not to be entangled with any emotional bond,
I called a carpenter and fixed the wooden cupboard;
Put back all the scattered things inside.