Life on time bomb

We are sitting on a ticking time bomb

Everyone is rushing

Everything must be completed

Before one reaches a certain age.

One can’t be a kid after twenty

One can’t be a youngster after forty

One can’t work after seventy

And one can’t live after eighty.

You got to do what everyone is doing

Or this society would not accept you

A life is spent living like everyone else

How many ounce of yourself is left?

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Reflection

young-vs-old

She had been running for so long that she has forgotten from where all this had started and when was it that she began running. It had become a part of her life and she does it without a word of complain. Husband, In-laws, Kids, Parents, all have set high expectations from her. She had been good at things and their expectations great. Despite this, she had rarely failed. One of those occasions when she did fail, they had snorted and complained. She could not fail not for herself but for them, she is required to do all the things that makes their life better. Love, Sex and Family had become her world and she seemed to have spent forever in tending to them. The best steward she had been and had never asked for anything.

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, all her thoughts good or bad ushered to her and came along with them the memories. However, the lump in her throat was more heavy than anything else at that moment. She had lost herself entirely in serving them and the reflection in the mirror was that of an old meat that had lost her charming features and grown like an uncontrollable beast. Tears welled up her eyes and she cried.

After all, she was a housewife.