She mulled over her day.
She had hoped to strike off so many things from her to do list.
But despite her having worked round the clock, breaking only for lunch and coffee, not much progress had been made.
She could still see the pending and work –in- progress things looking askance at her – when will you strike us off?
She had always had to work hard. With her getting into wedlock and getting a new job, she had hoped things would become easier. But who knew her husband would leave her for someone with better looks and better salary. The hollow words that he had whispered to her now echoed in her ears like a curse. I love you. You are beautiful, my love ………
He was gone. And he had left behind, an ailing mother, a young sister and a trail of debts that she was trying to pay back.
Her shoulders were weak and the burdens - heavy.
No, things had never been easy. And they were worse now.
Her mind throbbed as she rested in the rocking chair. Her back ached and her heart felt heavy. She closed her eyes in order to dull the pain. She felt despair and blackness consume her. She opened her eyes in a flash.
No, this is no time to be feeling blue. She slipped her feet into the slippers and got up. There were things to accomplish and she would accomplish them. She could rest later. She could relax later. When she would have time. Later, when the demons would stop haunting her.
So, she sat on her desk and started scribbling away the articles that she had to submit by tomorrow.
The aching in her heart dulled.
She had slept while still working on her table.
The rays of a beautiful dawn bathed her beautiful silhouette.
Linking with Trifecta : Week Thirty-Two