Neena Singh
Being Mortal
My 6-year-old grandson says, “Daadi,* I will marry at 21. How old will you be then?”
“81,” I reply, looking through my spectacles at his bright eyes.
“Will you be alive?”
“Well, that’s a tough question to answer, for no one knows when the call comes.”
“Who calls us, Daadi—is it God?”
“Probably,” a trifle unsure, I respond.
“I wish I were God,” he smiles.
young bamboo my hand reaches to touch the green
Note: Daadi is the Hindi word for “grandmother.”
About the Author
Neena Singh lives in Chandigarh, India. Her haiku, senryu, tanka, and haibun have appeared in online and print journals. Former banker, she now runs a non-profit for underprivileged children. She enjoys exploring gardens and has authored two books of poetry.