The Address

The shopkeeper calls me Jain sahab.
I'm a Christian.
The only thing I know
about my neighbors
is the TV serials they watch.
Sunlight doesn't reach my doorstep
I need exhaust fans in winters.
My house shouldn't smell
like me.
The garbage truck jingle wakes me up on lazy days
A sleepy scramble
Like running late
for a psychologist's appointment
I have to pay
to be heard in this city.
This is not where I return to,
I only travel to and from this place.