“Mam, are you in there? They are waiting for you outside.” “Yes,
I am in here. Just give me a couple of more minutes. Be there in a second!” she
replied loudly through the shut doors of restroom at a conference centre.
This was her fifth meeting for the day and she was in the
restroom to splash some cold water on her face to ward off the day’s tiredness.
She applied a little mineral powder for her face, some mauve blush for her cheek
bones, a little kohl for her eyes, and a smoothening lip balm for the suppleness
of her lips. She adjusted her dress, gave her hair a touch and she was ready.
She gave herself one last critical look in the full length
mirror and walked out of that restroom. Her face glowed as if she had been
waiting for this meeting since a forever. Not a trace of tiredness, not a hint
of caffeine which sustained her on these long days.
After the day was finally done and she came home after
midnight; she took off her shoes, gave her toes a little wriggle, tied up her
hair, took a long hot water shower, changed in her pjs, made herself a
peanut-butter sandwich and put on the playlist that she played every night. Across
from her kitchen table, where she sat cross-legged and ate her peanut-butter
sandwich like a kid, hung a tapestry which gave her energy every night and every
morning to keep going on. They were the words she believed in all her life –
You deserve better things in life, when you are worth
deserving them.
And so she lived every meeting and every day, as if they
were worthy of her and she was worthy of them. And a little make-up now and then,
always helped her.
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