SMILE
Today is a better day.routine work got itself done without hiccups or any clock watching, I get to leave earlier than usual for the job place.
It gets even more good, as i spot a vacant window seat,courtesy ' reservation of seats for women' in BEST buses. I swiftly ease myself into the seat glancing towards the window.
When all of a sudden, a face in the shining metal of the bus arrests my attention.
Its an expression i had always dreaded in my childhood days.
The look of a tired disgruntled middle aged woman.
The face of my mother.
Hey when did i become this person?
I protest at my expression, another part of me feels guilty, of must having been the cause of her weary expression, and another brainwave reminding me, my son isnt the cause of my tired face and so i shudnt feel guilty either.
I do a quick rewind of the just started day......
woke up warm( not uncomfortable chilled to bone)after a full night sleep, energising early morning walk, a full breakfast, cupa of cheery tea. And a window seat to boot!
So whats the deal girl??
Rewind further, things still are rosy. Enuf money to last the week, before the next pay check, studies chugging along (ok here i wish the stupid brain worked faster, but hey i can live with it), no mountains of pending work at office.
So why is the face being ungrateful?
Is it going to be a over crowded 45 minutes journey on the tube, will the computer 'open' today, is the photocopier going to graciously copy....these are the frowning worries i zero in on.
Relax girl, i tell myself firmly!
lets take it one step at a time.
Right now Enjoy the window seat.
Enjoy the scenery.
And for gods sake give that face a break.
SMILE.
Today is a better day.routine work got itself done without hiccups or any clock watching, I get to leave earlier than usual for the job place.
It gets even more good, as i spot a vacant window seat,courtesy ' reservation of seats for women' in BEST buses. I swiftly ease myself into the seat glancing towards the window.
When all of a sudden, a face in the shining metal of the bus arrests my attention.
Its an expression i had always dreaded in my childhood days.
The look of a tired disgruntled middle aged woman.
The face of my mother.
Hey when did i become this person?
I protest at my expression, another part of me feels guilty, of must having been the cause of her weary expression, and another brainwave reminding me, my son isnt the cause of my tired face and so i shudnt feel guilty either.
I do a quick rewind of the just started day......
woke up warm( not uncomfortable chilled to bone)after a full night sleep, energising early morning walk, a full breakfast, cupa of cheery tea. And a window seat to boot!
So whats the deal girl??
Rewind further, things still are rosy. Enuf money to last the week, before the next pay check, studies chugging along (ok here i wish the stupid brain worked faster, but hey i can live with it), no mountains of pending work at office.
So why is the face being ungrateful?
Is it going to be a over crowded 45 minutes journey on the tube, will the computer 'open' today, is the photocopier going to graciously copy....these are the frowning worries i zero in on.
Relax girl, i tell myself firmly!
lets take it one step at a time.
Right now Enjoy the window seat.
Enjoy the scenery.
And for gods sake give that face a break.
SMILE.
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