Shreya, Chiyu

Four or maybe five years,
Aji and Ajoba
autoed to Dahisar;
baby sat Shreya, Chiyu.
Noons for Ludo,
snakes and ladders,
cards,
Aji Alleppey tales.
Evenings Ajoba,
Chiyu in arms,
Shreya without leash,
wading along
to Dahisar station
and vanishing humans;
tiled Vitho temple, silent;
at kirana shops
Lays for Shreya,
Balaji for Chiyu,
Gems and Amul for both
sharing quarrels;
in blind alleys
throwing dirt,
kicking a ball,
cycling with friends.
Laughs matched cries. 
Evenings,
Dakhi walked in
to baby sits
turning adult sits.