A Wo(e)men's Day Wish!

The shrill whistle of the milk boiler

Incessant chopping of vegetables

All three burners busy-

The next to whistle is the rice cooker

Washing machine whizzing away

Overshoots it the husband's snore.

Sweeping the floor

Hurried mopping and dusting

Waking the sleepy kids,

Including the man of the house

Remembering the geyser

Hasty rangoli at the door

Pushing and pulling dressers,

Paste on the brush

Off goes the washing machine-ding

Hanging the clothes

Hot coffee for the newspaper wielder

Bathing the kids- dripping with soap

Eau de cologne under the cot

Talc in the closet

Four sets of lunch boxes

Sitting on the table neatly packed

Hurried breakfast fed

Running all around the sofas

Bongs the school bus

Away the kids go bye-bye

Breakfast to the husband 

Search on for his left sock

Short peck on cheek

Off he goes to office...

Half bathed half clad

Breakfast lying half eaten

Plaiting hair in the doorstep

Locking the door

Forgetting the mobile

Starting the bike, off i go

Caught in the traffic

Breathing the smoke

The clock strikes ten

As I thunder in

Sneering jeering ogling

I move past with a smile

Files move in and out

Time flies, i note nothing

Lunch boxes open up

Yesterday's soaps discussed

Fashionistas cussed

I munch on with distaste

A short call from the husband

Lights up the face

"Honey...did you see the red file?"

"Its in your bike box"...click!

Again it is files and ogles

Gossips and smirks

Typing away like mad

My mind rests on the lone kids

Did they have the biscuits?

Have they locked the door safe?

Ten more files to be read

Two more mails to be sent

Ride back home is faster

Beats my heart harder

Kids at home with Dora

I lunge past the signals swifter

Opening the door 

All I find are clothes strewn

Plates lying everywhere

Water flowing out of the bathrooms

Cleaning, mopping, coffee

Homework, yelling

Mighty head ache, heartless dinner

Doing the dishes I am half-dead

Comes the husband back home

Too tired to talk hello

Wait, did I have my dinner?

Seldom do I remember

Cinderella and Rapunzel

Wait for their Princes 

As I read out bedtime stories

Kissing the kids good night

As I walk back to my room

My Prince is in deep slumber

When the flickering TV says "Happy Women's Day"

All I do is gently snore!

Dedicated to all the working women out there...

p.s.: The hand made card you see above was presented by my Little Angel Leina, aged 8. Angels are not in Heaven. They make life on earth, Heaven! Life is beautiful with a girl child :)

p.p.s.: Heart felt thanks to the men in my life- It is a pleasure to be surrounded by angelic men- the husband L, my Dad, my brothers, my son, my cousin brothers, my best friends who are all men ;) ( That includes you Prasanna & Gowtham) 

p.p.p.s.: The sun is scorching down South, it has got nothing to do with this post or my cerebellum ;)