Early this month, I had to send a dozen Rakhis. Usually this is a mini shopping-expedition for me. But this time I didn't want to step out.Thanks to YouTube and lots of left over yarn I managed to crochet some decent Rakhis in tiny pockets of time.
That made me attempt the same thing with words-writing in the small pockets of time I can sneak out with just a hundred words to go. That’s all I can do to keep alive my favourite song, given the reality.
I too have a dream, a fantasy;
It gets stolen by reality.
It is that which takes control,
As I try to manage the home,
To juggle with office meetings
And all the tasks in between.
To struggle with family time,
And get a bit that’s mine.
I work harder, the dream I stall.
But still fail to do it all
Fatigue then begins to creep,
and I can’t help falling asleep.
The dream is cancelled for today
But I will get back to it one day
That’s a promise, or perhaps a fantasy.
For now, I cope with reality.