Sari clad women
eyes fixed on my sister
The in-laws' complaining has begun
They speak of sensible girls for sons
not Rebellious Bollywood* look-alikes
Kavita keeps dancing
Unaware of their whispers
Her rose red sari sways with her
The sari my mother wore at her wedding
My sister has no worries except
Maybe the thought of her blackened samosas
Whenever I try to teach her full Indian dinner
Six years separate me from Kavita
Yet only I can cook chapatis
Sighing I adjust my sapphire sari
The colour matches my mood.
I already miss my sister
Kavita is gone.
Bombay is her groom Darshan’s home
Far from our small town near the mountains
“It’s not such a great distance, Ankita.”
Watching her samosas smolder in the oven.
Kavita promised me when she becomes a film star
She will come back and take me to Bollywood.
My sister will probably become a housewife
Serving her guests burnt food
Behind her blue-lensed eyes is relief
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