Life... Is it?

It's a bad day at work. It's long and tiring and exhausting and even worse. I have 10 hours to back at work again.

 

Will a 6 hour sleep be enough to get over this aching stress. May be I should take a long, warm shower to relieve some stress. Let me first complete the report before I get another remainder call. But that will take more than 3hours. What about my 6 hour sleep plan. Oh and dinner. Not noodles again. But I don't have an hour to spare for cooking. I should have asked that lady when she had time. Now she has 9 other places to cook. And her charges have hiked more than petrol. Even if I keep her I'll have to cut down on some other stuff. What should that be? May be I should eat less. Or work more to afford more. 

 

How I wish I hadn't grown up. How I wish I could live with those people down there. Their tiny little house which looks even tinier from my 6th floor apartment window. I can hardly see their faces but I know she'll wake up before I do. Wash her clothes while I brush my teeth and watch her through the window. By the time I start dressing up she's already done with preparing breakfast. Three kids on little rugs on the floor. I can't really see what they are having but anything is better than a cigarette in the morning. I guess the man is her husband. He takes two of the kids in uniform with him while he goes out. May be for work. The little one stays back with her. He can hardly walk. I have seen him standing though once or twice. I'm not quite sure if it's a he or she. By the time I reach home at night she's already done with everything. She'll be scrubbing her utensils outside, all of them burnt and black. Most of the times I see nothing but a silent little HOME with a small dim bulb outside that assures me of a better life every night.