Right in the front mom was kneading the dough, I could see a tiny girl in to the space With her tiny kitchen set and flour all round and over her And spoonful of water in her tiny jar Trying to learn to knead so happily And I spilled the water mug here My horried mother trying to tug her hair strands behind And asking me to get up Has applied the wet flour against her forehead, And I saw a teen against me Adoring the scene on the television screen A girl struggling with her hair strands And her so called crush, boyfriend or the live partner Rushing from behind and tug those hair strands behind her ear With so much of love exchanged through the eye As if this the last breathe they are exchanging And I trying to mop the water on the floor had kicked the another water jar into the mid kneeded flour, again! And the moment I saw mom's face So angry and furious Lashing me out of the space Walking my way out of the kitchen I turned and to my surprise, I saw...