I deserve a tiara…. because I am worth it

I stand at my bus stop today at 8.15 to board the bus to office…yes panting, huffing…lost…and looking at those familiar faces who stand with me on the stop. After a couple of minutes I know I have not missed my bus and flick my daily newspaper and start reading from page 3. Its my regular practice…. might be plain jealous of how theses party animals get time for all this vanity?????? Today I watch some beauty pageant held and all the beauty’s sashaying down the ramp rather fluttering their stuff, all wanting to be winner of the pageant.

Skinny beauty’s’…showcasing their style and looks…but somehow I didn’t feel like saying ‘Wow!!!’ (Or was I green with envy???)

I just folded my paper, and thought about the mad morning rush till now from the time I woke up at 5.15am. Pulled my self out of the bed with great difficulty… then my Surya Namaskar, sweeping the house, rangoli on the doorstep, tea for all, ideas about what should I pack for my son’s tiffin ….for his snacks then his lunch…will he eat???? And yes I committed to my pregnant friend that I get dosas for her today…ok ok…all will be done….
So then I wear my virtual skates and start dashing to all I have to attend to. Its 6.30am. Enter the husband for tea…and it’s given, look out for some compliment from him. But nah! (I pat my shoulder and say he has forgotten to compliment. it was the best tea ever!!) Then the lunch part for son dear. potato sabji and chappati…he enters looks around. Grins, but at least I see a ray of hope in his eyes because he likes potatoes. Ok then, what for snacks?? Breakfast and my friend????? I could actually see her little baby looking at me.

Its 7.10am.
My son’s tiffin done by now…packed and ready for dispatch in his bag.
Now this unborn child who smiles sweetly at me …… waiting for my dosas’.’Yes dear now all the time for you’…. so a quick chatani with the ingredients that I have to put and can sense my mother giving instructions simultaneously…’yes yes’ I tell her I am doing it right.
One dosa after the other I start on the pan…4-5 dosas’ flicked by the husband and the son… in the mean time the tadka for the chutney…. done very carefully as I don’t want the green, the red chilies and the curry leaves to loose their color…..the baby in my mind…when I ask him/her would u like it this way????? Should I add some sugar???. It looks happy from now…so I feel more happy. I tell my self so what if the husband didn’t compliment my tea……the one who still not in this earth will like what I am making

Its 7.45am….
My friends tiffin packed……I dress up ..Start my scooter enroute my bus stop, I meet an old lady, my friend in her early eighties…I wait by to say a small hello and seek her blessings when she asks me why I have not combed my hair??? I realize it then…. but who cares. I reach my bus stop and its 8.05am…. cold as I can feel…my hands numb. Both the hands in my jacket pocket and I walk a small distance. When I meet another friend who awkwardly asks me why I had not combed my hair???? It’s this new hair cut which I tried and I cant mange at all…….. God how do people manage their so called well cut tresses??? I ask myself. There’s a two wheeler standing beside me..i slowly try a quick peep in the rear view mirror..to see my self….but stop myself midway and say..’who cares’….

The unborn winks at me from somewhere, .now that we are friends from morning….and I want to reach office faster to reach him/her. Only to sense him/her give me a genuine smile from all his heart.

These all thoughts while I still have page three and the beauty’s’ on it now under my elbow somewhat crushed…Feeling relieved that my hectic morning chores were completed without letting anyone down. On the way to office I think of the smile I’ll get from the unborn baby as the mother ravenously gulps the dosas’ and am sure that this unborn baby will put the winning tiara on me!!!! I Love you Little one