Hoots of the great Indian train stops
and ‘Keli’ walks in, a grand smile on her face.
Her curly wurly hair tied tightly in a ponytail.
Her petite school uniform all white and well pressed.
She hops in with great delight,
gives me a little wink and sits on my side seat.
She opens her sketch book all set
but wonders which color to pour next.
Its a rabbit that needs colors now
Wonder if she knows what colors they come in
Coz she picks a little blue crayon swiftly
and starts scraping it all over the shocked rabbit.
Paying no heed to the world or its old rules
nor limiting herself to the boundaries we are boxed in
She paints her rabbit all blue
and gives him a green nose.