A Dreamer's Destination

As I enter a coach packed with busy women, whose hands tightly grip, sandwiches, hand bags, papers, pens and some anxiety. I find an empty seat beside a woman who was intently caressing her mobile screen, so I slipped in, unnoticed. Her thumb swipes through photographs, one after another, slowly, back and forth. And all of them showed three kids, with positions flipped, emotions mirrored, costumes flaunted and all smiles. She smiled along and so did I. ‘She must be going  back to work, a Monday morning ritual’, I thought. But I knew that she wasn’t back from home yet and I know she never will be, for a mother, she must be...                                           - (c) Vasanthi