-||Everyone Needs A Thapki||-
Why do they laugh at her?
Haven't we all stammered at some point?
Stuck on a word, trying to articulate.
I know, I have.
I know what I want to say. Yet, I'm stuck.
I've been stuck for years. I've tried to talk to my father, in vain. The same with Mom even.
No one asked me to speak.
I thought no one would listen.
No one would have the patience while I put my thoughts into words.
I function nevertheless. Just like she does.
It's just that she's happier.
Is it because she has the patience to hear herself out?
I know, I don't.
Is it because someone gave her a Thapki?
A pat on the back...
Reassurance that she should go on.
Like she did in my endeavours.
I needed the pat.
Someone to tell me-"I'm listening, go on."
At some point, everyone needs a Thapki.
Is she mine?
Is she...my Thapki?