She was a busy daughter, sister, wife, mother and a friend. For her a day that’s 24 hours was too short. She wanted to fulfill all her duties to the brim. As a daughter she wanted to keep her parents happy, as sis she wanted her siblings to achieve their goals, as wife to be at the side of her partner, as mother to protect her kids from bad world and as a friend to guide her companions to the right path. In other words she aimed for perfection for her near and dear ones.
Her day started early in the morning usually in the kitchen preparing tiffin for her kids. This gave way to other household chores till it was late in the afternoon. She had no time as her own time. Little did she realize that she was missing on something. But she kept herself so busy that she did not even realize the pleasures of what she was missing on. Every time her parents insisted her to sit with them she would go away saying she has some work to finish. Or her siblings tried to talk she would shrug them off. Her work did not permitted her to spend much time with her partner or kids.
Life is surely not a bed of roses nor it is a smooth line. It is full of downs with very less ups. Who is this SHE? Our main character or the protagonist is someone like us and is not necessarily a female. It can be a male too. So was this SHE so monotonous and boring from the scratch? Let’s try to find out.
A carefree little girl sat on the roadside beneath the tree. It was early morning probably time for school for little girls like her. A middle aged man passed by and on seeing the girl stopped as if in surprise or sheer anger. “So what are you doing here? Should not you be at school at this time?” By the time she could answer , she was already dragged towards school. Her teacher tried but in vain. She had little or no friends. The small group that she had usually mocked her. But in that group was a little girl who had a soft corner for her.
Her days passed by as wild perfume. She had all the time in the world to gaze at the sky, flying birds, play with running springs and sleep under the shadow of a huge banyan tree. She was wild, carefree but timid. She was unlike other girls of her age. She loved to roam around while others preferred indoors.
Time changed and so our little girl grew up to be a young girl. But now her carefree innocence was considered irresponsible. The mocking of her friends grew and her family even took up. Human heart is like wet earth and it takes the impression very quickly. But as every action has both good and bad side. The mocking did effect our girl. As to how and when is a matter of secret. But the girl started being more responsible.
Now it was the world’s turn to mould her. And what it moulded as we see her in the present day. She has no time for herself to stand and gaze the sky or the flying birds or even to play with water. Now we say her to stop but her only reply is ,”Later”.