and went around the world floating
and swimming
and flying.
Moving like you haven't been able to in years.
I imagine Chitty and Mami
standing around in the backgroud,
pointedly clearing their throat, saying
"Chalo, Amma, polaam"
I imagine you swelling with joy as you see them again.
I imagine you looking back one last time,
disappointed that Thatha didn't wear a better shirt to your funeral!
I imagine you felt a sense of peace, knowing that he'd be OK.
And then, I imagine, you left
for the next chapter in your story.
