The Working Woman

It's 7:30 AM and she sprints towards the platform, making sure she does not lose her handbag as she speeds towards the arriving train with its occasional honk. She enters the ladies coach which is filled to the brim with women. Women, from different ends of the spectrum with varying backgrounds and different purposes. It's an hour long ride and she's already begun to feel tired of standing. Yet, she pushes on as most women do. Jostled by the crowd and suffocated by the atmosphere, she heaves a sigh of relief as she finally gets a chance to sit.

She opens her handbag and takes out her Tupperware and finishes a 2 minute breakfast. Ironical, isn't it? The one who cooks tirelessly for us, is unable to sink in the joy of what her own hands make. To her right, she sees a youthful girl with her earphones probably on her way to college. She seems happy. The woman's mind immediately transcends to her college days, where she believed she had dreams and a purpose. She becomes pale as it's merely become a void now. To her left, she sees an old woman with a big carry bag, overjoyed about meeting her son and his new family.

She begins to wonder why she's been put through this life of trains and work and 2 minute breakfasts. She starts doubting if she'll ever be as happy as the two women next to her. Sadly, her life does not revolve around her at all. It revolves around the happiness of her husband and the safety of her children. Before these train of thoughts come to and end, her destination arrives. She gets down and starts thinking of what to cook for dinner, and so the loop continues.