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| Image Credits: Creator: Nancy Brown Credit: Getty Images |
In the deep slumber of the dark A hand is curled up in one corner of the hallway. Resting alongside four pairs of outstretched arms, A doorbell at dawn sets her day in motion.
A measure cup fills the pot till an inch from the brim The gas knob is turned right in time, before the milk comes to a boil. Babbling bubbles cover the rustic edges of the pail She is sixth in queue to finish her morning business.
Hisssssss goes the pressure cooker amidst sounds of bucket splashes Four lunch boxes lay open on a granite countertop. Moving through a passage filled with baby cries and elderly chatter She sets out on yet another long day.
Flesh is oozing on both sides of the strap secured on her shoulder Her hand clutches the bag as she paces to get on a BEST. Just as she pulls her dupatta to wipe her sweat Another long, tedious journey awaits her.
The back of her slip-ons rub against the rounded edges of the stairs In between hushed breaths, the view of the halting train magnifies. Shoving through sweaty armpits, squeals and stares overflowing with venom She manages to wrap three fingers around the partially idle grab handle.
Honks and vehicular smoke conveniently fill the air Open manholes lengthen her walk to her work. Before she can catch her lost breath Twiddling thumbs and buzzing phones grab her attention.
Deadlines and then more deadlines; one after one more
A guise of spiritedness takes her over
She competes for time against the sun
Little does she know that she is the ray of hope for many
Maybe calling her a multi-tasker would be too mainstream Her being goes beyond the people she knows and the work she accomplishes
Maybe the term superwoman still limits her existence to a gender stereotype
Her strength and resilience go much further than what the world needs of her
Maybe she is nature’s hope during storm and happiness during sunshine
Maybe because she is a force that remains unstoppable
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