Mother where are my shoes? Neeta where is my wallet? Mom where is my red tee?
She was up in a second, moving through the house, picking up things, handing things to the person who demanded it. This was a morning like every other morning. She wondered if this perhaps was the problem. The alarm on the bedside screamed everyday at 5 am and the day began even before she could open her eyes. Breakfast was to be ready by 7.30 and lunches packed by 8. By 9 she was all alone and ready to begin her daily work. The cleaning lady was late again, the tap in the kitchen needed fixing, the sheets have to be changed and everything has to be organized.
The day hadn't ended but her work was done, surprisingly. When was the last time she had time for herself? It was hard to remember. But this was her time, she hadn't decided what she would do. Her memory wasn't this weak, why couldn't she remember what she liked to do? Well she could always finish other chores, there'll be time for herself later. She had totally forgotten that there were clothes to be washed and ironed. Her memory was getting weak, she had never forgotten anything.
Lunch was always easier, she was mostly alone. Evening wasn't something she looked forward to though. She had enough free time to not know what to do. She thought about going back to her music but never really got to it. Marriage had put a stop to what little she had of her own. Now it was morning, day and night one after the other. She did it again, started thinking about how life had changed. She needed to stop this day dreaming and return to reality.
Night couldn't have come faster. Dinner was all ready. Dinner was served. How was the day? No answer. Can we go out this weekend? Busy. Dinner was done. They are tired we can talk later. I'll clean up, why don't you go on. Finally she could talk to him. Silence. There is always tomorrow.
She was up in a second, moving through the house, picking up things, handing things to the person who demanded it. This was a morning like every other morning. She wondered if this perhaps was the problem. The alarm on the bedside screamed everyday at 5 am and the day began even before she could open her eyes. Breakfast was to be ready by 7.30 and lunches packed by 8. By 9 she was all alone and ready to begin her daily work. The cleaning lady was late again, the tap in the kitchen needed fixing, the sheets have to be changed and everything has to be organized.
The day hadn't ended but her work was done, surprisingly. When was the last time she had time for herself? It was hard to remember. But this was her time, she hadn't decided what she would do. Her memory wasn't this weak, why couldn't she remember what she liked to do? Well she could always finish other chores, there'll be time for herself later. She had totally forgotten that there were clothes to be washed and ironed. Her memory was getting weak, she had never forgotten anything.
Lunch was always easier, she was mostly alone. Evening wasn't something she looked forward to though. She had enough free time to not know what to do. She thought about going back to her music but never really got to it. Marriage had put a stop to what little she had of her own. Now it was morning, day and night one after the other. She did it again, started thinking about how life had changed. She needed to stop this day dreaming and return to reality.
Night couldn't have come faster. Dinner was all ready. Dinner was served. How was the day? No answer. Can we go out this weekend? Busy. Dinner was done. They are tired we can talk later. I'll clean up, why don't you go on. Finally she could talk to him. Silence. There is always tomorrow.
