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My Paper Jungle

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My house?
It's not messy—
It’s just aggressively... documented.

Papers everywhere—
Blank ones, signed ones,
Photocopied from a photocopy of a dream.

You name it, I’ve got it.

Blank sheets, printed ones, ones I can’t remember printing.

Need a PAN card?
Bring Aadhaar.
Need Aadhaar?
Bring PAN.
Need both?

Well, now get those attested. 

Did that twice! But why does it still not look right?

Bring your great-grandfather’s voter ID and three passport photos
—smiling, but not too much.

And a marriage certificate that proves I made at least one wise decision.

Maybe.

And bills?
My husband collects them like Pokémon."Keep it! Might need it!"—for a toaster we returned in 2020.

But my favorite papers?
My kids’ toddlerhood scribbles.
Art that’s 80% glue,
And 100% adorable.

Of course, mothers are weird!

So yes—
I’m drowning in a paper jungle!
But hey, that’s life!
Messy, legal, and slightly stapled.



Cover photo courtesy : istock.com

 

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