Holding her sack in the front, she was all ready. She had just managed to reach at the right time..One minute delay in reaching there would have meant a 15 minutes delay in picking her daughter from the crèche . The next step was to find some space for herself that would let her breathe. She had years of experience doing this. Finally she found her space. Around her someone was knitting, someone reading, someone video calling , someone chit chatting..The group comprised to teenagers to women in their 50s. All running by the clock.. Some girls having their Tiffin while others sleeping. Women gossiping about their favourite topics:)While she was thinking about dinner to be made and what help her daughter needs in her homework. Finally her stop arrived. She made her way out of the local train and thought of her next stop-the crèche. In between there were groceries to be bought. Work never seemed to end. That is what life was for her.. like a local train- the one which runs all day with hardly any sleep . The one which is called the lifeline but is searching for time to find her own lifeline .
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-Dhanashree
https://dsaidso.blogspot.com
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