He is looking for, in his wife,
The soft person who is dead
Since long, the one whom he married
Thirty five years ago: so perhaps does she.
Sooner they realize that life
Is as it is now here;
Not in the cobwebs of memory
Mixed with imagination, the better.
To bring back that tender younger person
Is travelling back in time, impossible:
More difficult than rejuvenation
Of Heritage bodies of Mumbai.
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