The Dream
“Mom, I’m almost ready. How much time will you take? Shall I book the cab?” After a long time, I was feeling this light headed. On a weekday I wasn’t getting ready for office, but I was getting ready to go on a shopping spree with my mother. I called for a cab. I was too lazy to drive. Today’s agenda was binge eating, shopping to my heart’s content and talk endlessly with my mother. The cab arrived and we set out on ‘Mother-Daughter’s’ day out. “It feels so good. Today I don’t have to chase any deadline. I really wanted to do this today. Remember I told you about the job that I applied for; they rejected me day before yesterday. I was too embarrassed to tell you about it. I wonder if I’m ever going to land into some great job. I mean I like this job, but I want to write stories; about people, travel, food.” I looked at my mother. She had this serene look. She was looking at me earnestly, like she was able to understand my frustration, but at the same time she knew that I didn’t want