She watches herself with the scrutinizing eyes of a hawk, wondering how it came to this.
What! Her life the way it was or the way she hadn't hoped everything would've turned out. Displaced, desolate, hollow and with a lack of meaning. More than anything else feeling left behind as everyone she knew growing had kept their steps advancing forward to achieve goals they had set out as youngsters. How in the world had the years lead her to this juncture? Wasn't being a mother to her child , a dutiful wife to her husband and a enterprising home-maker enough to keep her mind from doing these rigmaroles around this maypole called life?
"Once your child is ready to face the real world you will be free to pursue your dreams...." the words of her mother from a time before rang in her ears in almost cacophonous tone. Ten years ago it had made sense to put her aspirations on a back burner and wait for her time to come. And now as much she'd wished for things to be different in her life compared to the typical housewives of modern suburbia, everything looked just as monotonous as it had when she'd first plunged headlong into that sort of life. Social networking parties,play dates,library trips,field trips, bake sales,soccer practices,swim meets,doctor appointments and the lack of any 'me' time had taken a toll on her psyche. There are times when even the lighthearted laughter of friends gathered together in merriment reverberates in her ears sending her mind into a tizzy.
Had she lost her true self in the pursuit of creating this Utopian version of the immigrant dream and as a result sequestered herself to a glass palace?
It almost felt like her life was no longer her own but that of her doppelganger that had arisen from the grave of her former self. As a child the Stephen King story 'The Stepford Wives' had scared the living daylights out of her. But now could it be that this urban utopia had just about encapsulated that very tale?
The tedium of everyday life seemed to come up to swallow her up in its monotony. Was there a way out of this quagmire? Would she have the strength to rise to the occasion and fulfill the dreams she'd placed on the back burner as soon as she had donned this shroud of domesticity?
The answer that came back in the silence was one of stillness, a calm one that only meant with time hope would bloom. Her day would come and if her fortitude prevailed she would triumph.
What! Her life the way it was or the way she hadn't hoped everything would've turned out. Displaced, desolate, hollow and with a lack of meaning. More than anything else feeling left behind as everyone she knew growing had kept their steps advancing forward to achieve goals they had set out as youngsters. How in the world had the years lead her to this juncture? Wasn't being a mother to her child , a dutiful wife to her husband and a enterprising home-maker enough to keep her mind from doing these rigmaroles around this maypole called life?
"Once your child is ready to face the real world you will be free to pursue your dreams...." the words of her mother from a time before rang in her ears in almost cacophonous tone. Ten years ago it had made sense to put her aspirations on a back burner and wait for her time to come. And now as much she'd wished for things to be different in her life compared to the typical housewives of modern suburbia, everything looked just as monotonous as it had when she'd first plunged headlong into that sort of life. Social networking parties,play dates,library trips,field trips, bake sales,soccer practices,swim meets,doctor appointments and the lack of any 'me' time had taken a toll on her psyche. There are times when even the lighthearted laughter of friends gathered together in merriment reverberates in her ears sending her mind into a tizzy.
Had she lost her true self in the pursuit of creating this Utopian version of the immigrant dream and as a result sequestered herself to a glass palace?
It almost felt like her life was no longer her own but that of her doppelganger that had arisen from the grave of her former self. As a child the Stephen King story 'The Stepford Wives' had scared the living daylights out of her. But now could it be that this urban utopia had just about encapsulated that very tale?
The tedium of everyday life seemed to come up to swallow her up in its monotony. Was there a way out of this quagmire? Would she have the strength to rise to the occasion and fulfill the dreams she'd placed on the back burner as soon as she had donned this shroud of domesticity?
The answer that came back in the silence was one of stillness, a calm one that only meant with time hope would bloom. Her day would come and if her fortitude prevailed she would triumph.
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Your heart haves a purity in ------ I am writing for Hindustan Times.... and just tell me who is terrorist or what is the definition of terrorist?
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