my life at 45...

it was just another wednesday... no special blues like the dreaded monday, nor the high spirits of friday... just a stable, plain, wednesday... i woke up at 6... unlike those childish 20's when even 3mins of sleep seemed so precious, i found it easier to wake up now...

i rolled around to see my husband... still peacefully asleep... he would remain so for another half hour... until i came out of my bath to my ready cup of tea... the maid was a blessing... a miracle find after an endless train of incapable ones... she cooked, cleaned and stayed at our place...

a quick breakfast and tea later, my husband dropped me off at the bus-stop... and made way to his own office... the crowd had gotten larger and larger as years passed... but i didn't have to wait more than a minute before the next bus pulled up... it just took me 67mins to the office... yay!! lucky day!

the work that day wasn't too hectic... just a couple of hundred mails and half a dozen inane meetings... everything taken care of by 7pm and i was back home by 8:30... the husband called up to tell me he'd be late... some call or the other... a quick dinner that the maid conjured up was eaten and i hit the sheets at 10... thought i'd catch up on some reading... but before i could find the page where i'd last left off, i fell asleep...

just a typical day... somewhere in my sub-conscious mind, just before i really slept, i wondered what i'd be doing if i hadn't recalled my e-separation 20 years ago...