Today, as she woke up, nothing
was new. It was like just another day. Even before the feet had left the warm
confines of the intermingling of the bed and the duvet and touched the ground,
the mental math had been done about the time and the tasks for the morning.
Alas! She was already five
minutes behind schedule….. If only there was nothing called the snooze option L
The sleepy legs made their way to
the hearth of the home…. The pot, the tea leaves, grated ginger, sugar and some
cardamom powder as well. “While this brews, let me sort the task number two,”
she thought.
And so passed the morning transforming
the once little princess to the not so young lass in control juggling the practiced
tasks each dawn… Dawn to afternoon – be it with the quick acrobatically moving
limbs finishing the chores at home or the spinal column seating itself on that
car seat or the office chair and commanding things around.
Either ways, it was a day well
spent … for others. A rarity it was if she got an ounce of a day for herself. It,
in fact seemed like an absolute indulgence to spare the precious moments once
in a while for her for the bare essentials should one say?
Evenings to the time when one
ought to simply plonk ourselves on the inviting sofa with the lower limbs
out-stretched, appeared at times like a circus act… The now young princess has
her studies to be helped with, the laundry-man stands at the door, the
pressure-cooker whistles incessantly and ….
And well, some would argue that this
could be the story of a once upon a time young prince too… After all, it’s the
day and age of modern marriages with shared matrimonial accountability!
