Monday, April 13, 2015

Toothpaste Tales

I have a magic toothpaste tube
that has been living in my bathroom
for a while now.
It is squeezed out, and ready for the bin,
but every time I give it
'one last squeeze'
out comes enough
for yet another brushing.
I can see my father chuckling away,
wherever he may be,
knowing that he may be gone, but never forgotten!

As a child I used to seriously hate
the almost empty toothpaste tube
that Dad would insist on our finishing completely,
every last smidgeon of toothpaste squeezed out, ruthlessly.
He would even cut the tube in the middle
to extricate the last tiny bits,
which annoyed me even more,
and I dreamt of an adulthood
of toothpaste extravagance.
I dreamt of wasting whole tubes of toothpaste,
making jalebi squggles with them on the floor,
something that I never ever did.

And I see myself in the bathroom mirror,
squeezing that damn tube till the very end
Not quite knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Even if I wanted to, Daddy, (which I know I don't)
I can never ever forget you.......




6 comments:

Ruch said...

This is funny and poignant at the same time !

dipali said...

@Ruch:Thank you!

the mad momma said...

loved this one, doosi nani.

dipali said...

@The mad momma: Thank you!

Anamika said...

This was so cute and funny. Have you tried using the belan? 5 to 7 more brushing guaranteed :)

dipali said...

@Anamika: Thanks! No, I haven't tried the belan yet. The spouse chucked out our last near empty tube before I could experiment on it!