Soldiers have war tales,
Mothers have their kids childhoods,
Fathers have their marriage jokes,
Kids have imagination.
The old have the ancestral stories,
The young have their hangovers,
The girls have their gossips and
The boys have their cricket matches..
Everyone has a story to tell
Each one more interesting than the rest
Narratives with implicit details
And endings with unpredictable drama..
I listen to them all..
And it has become a concoction of sorts..
They all feel like I have lived each one..
Even though I wasn’t involved..