Author: Samaira Singh Bhadoria, Class XI D
She opened her fridge and spilled some milk
The fridge remained ajar, the floor remained dirty
Yet she was frozen, unable to move, stuck in a trance
With her head lost in a daze
As misty memories began to clear up in the horizon of her mind
She was waiting for something
For that familiar voice
Nagging and advising
Telling her to “be careful”, “be responsible”, “clean the mess up”
But also “listen to me” and “it will be okay”
The voice that once clung to her ears now evaporated
The motherly love long gone
Fading like the smell of milk spilled into cold air.
