start-up

few people call me the 21st century woman

i try and work hard for 5 days a week

get time to love my family in the other 2 days

try multi-tasking all the time and fail most of the times

apricot scrub in one hand, jimmy on the other, my head tilted towards the right trying

to catch up with an old school friend

post-it notes and time management techniques are a parcel of my life

8-am breakfast, 1 and 8 pm lunch and dinner all happen by default

the dreams are pretty much regular

mostly what i see is black screens with white codes

hear alien languages where i try to scream but no voice comes out

gone are the days when i felt a lot like love

today even love making has become a normal chore

but sometimes when i wake up from the sweaty dreams

and look by my side, i find him sleeping

gearing himself up to adjust to the next project site

and then when i open my old green and pink diary

kiddish yet beautiful handwriting shows up

so many smileys and asterisks on all the sides

that is when i ask myself

did i work all hard to achieve this

i m not very sure. but i think

i should start up