The Unabridged Version of a Rational Emotional Mind

You are the unicorns of this world  The ones with too much love to give  Too little time  Too many words to say  Not many listeners You are like sponges in a room  Absorbing every emotion  Embodying it as your own  Never letting a sigh out  Of how much it hurts You are the glue that holds the group together Not that it would crumble if you take a step back But being taken for granted... Just what you like your morning coffee with Sometimes all you want is  A listening ear  A recieving end  A relayer for your emotions  A mirror to your soul But all you get is misunderstanding  Shifting priorities  Blank replies  It is soul crunching sometimes  Like someone took your heart  And crushed it between their knuckles Because sometimes  All you have is too much love to give  And not enough people to recieve it

When my dad came to this city, he was a young man in his early twenties trying to navigate the big city that is Delhi. We haven’t spoken much about his bachelor days but I know from the pictures in the old albums kept safely in our metal almirah that he was not alone. A lanky young man with a thick full beard, and with him a bunch of other young men with varying degrees of facial hair. Now, why did I begin with such a crude picture? Well, lately I have been wondering about the wonder that is the chosen family. A bunch of people outside our kinship and blood ties that we develop intense emotional bonds with, the ones that are there for us when we have no one else to turn to. It’s been a little short of three decades since my father moved to Delhi and it is this group of young lanky men who have sustained our family in times of need. We call them the Dilshad Garden gang, all men, now in their late fifties and sixties with their wives and sons and daughters and grandkids, living life ...