Oyster Days

Oyster days = Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting? Now it is a great city where her painted dwelling overlooks the marine-drive, now resembles a pearls’ string with all those inviting lights. She has friends for parties, chats, for cheers and for gossips; now that she has opened up. A small town is there in her deepest memories. Can she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting? Does she remember her days inside an oyster, cocooned and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting; when calamities come like swift toed stranger wearing a galling grin and knowing, she has no protective shell of zinc, iron, calcium? The needle marks and habits are washed at the rehab. Doctor prescribes this or that, for stress, for mind and for health. She almost laughs at a pill. It is boasting to be made out of oyster elements. All is coming back to her. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar