All I could make out of my surroundings was the comfort of my room. The fan was spinning at my favorite speed, warm sunlight was streaming into the room through the pale white curtains, the crossword book lay beside me with my little sleek pen, my kitten was sleeping beside me… It was my room, my world, the house I and my husband rented when he got transferred. I couldn't’t understand why I was screaming in my dream…
I dragged my sleepy self out of the bed straight to the wash stand. I couldn't’t find anything wrong with myself in the mirror. I looked at my husband sleeping soundly. I didn’t understand what I felt at the very sight of him. It was good to know that at least he was peaceful. Then why couldn't’t I be peaceful? I have all I want… of course there are some financial deficiencies but wasn’t that a problem with everyone. Otherwise I have no other problem to pinpoint my nightmares on. Was it because I don’t have any kids? But that didn’t bother me to the extent I projected. The depression I said I suffered from being childless was a kind of a mask to escape from lot of other mood swings I normally exhibited.
Awake from my thoughts I washed and cleaned myself up for the day. Now it was time to head to the centre of my world, the kitchen. That was the one place where I can be happy or unhappy or irritated or merry without any kind of interference from anyone else. Even on Sundays I prefer to do all the kitchen chores including dish washing because that gives me time to stay away from circumstances requiring pretences.
As I was making coffee I started jotting down my day’s plans and was quite satisfied to see that I could remember of a lot of things to finish. With R’s coffee in hand I returned to wake him up.
This is just the beginning of my day. It is always the same with Coffee, breakfast, cleaning, washing, laundry, tidying, lunch and finally looking in the mirror just to sigh at my obese figure. But still I am not keen on dieting or exercise or any sort of slimming process. Why should I when I am happy and content with what life has bestowed upon me?
I dragged my sleepy self out of the bed straight to the wash stand. I couldn't’t find anything wrong with myself in the mirror. I looked at my husband sleeping soundly. I didn’t understand what I felt at the very sight of him. It was good to know that at least he was peaceful. Then why couldn't’t I be peaceful? I have all I want… of course there are some financial deficiencies but wasn’t that a problem with everyone. Otherwise I have no other problem to pinpoint my nightmares on. Was it because I don’t have any kids? But that didn’t bother me to the extent I projected. The depression I said I suffered from being childless was a kind of a mask to escape from lot of other mood swings I normally exhibited.
Awake from my thoughts I washed and cleaned myself up for the day. Now it was time to head to the centre of my world, the kitchen. That was the one place where I can be happy or unhappy or irritated or merry without any kind of interference from anyone else. Even on Sundays I prefer to do all the kitchen chores including dish washing because that gives me time to stay away from circumstances requiring pretences.
As I was making coffee I started jotting down my day’s plans and was quite satisfied to see that I could remember of a lot of things to finish. With R’s coffee in hand I returned to wake him up.
This is just the beginning of my day. It is always the same with Coffee, breakfast, cleaning, washing, laundry, tidying, lunch and finally looking in the mirror just to sigh at my obese figure. But still I am not keen on dieting or exercise or any sort of slimming process. Why should I when I am happy and content with what life has bestowed upon me?