Half Empty, Half Full

My left pocket is empty,
it only has memories now...
of tales of discipline,
of special malnad cooking
stories heard from amma and ajji.
of how I grew up, what was our family like,
to never-say-no, to ever-be-ready.
to never hesitate to help any one.
to fight stage fear and always be ahead.


But my right pocket in now getting filled,
with stories from Aditi's school,
of dreams about my new baby
of our life as family of four in future.
And this is what I will be passing on
to Aditi's left pocket....