She sits in the train next to
me. She is knitting today...a light blue, cross-stitched sweater for her
teenage son. The son who will grow up to be an engineer and may be even an MBA
graduate...who will get a nice job, buy a nice house (on EMIs of course) and
finally settle down with a nice girl of her choice (she hopes).
Yesterday, she was picking methi leaves from a bundle. Yes, in the
local train. 'It saves time, you see, my husband likes to have his dinner by 8
pm' so she tells me, this middle-aged lady.
I smile back...like I always
do. Listening to her stories, her worries, her dreams. Her shinning eyes telling me far more than
her words. They shine with a glint of pride as she talks about her son’s good
grades and grow a shade darker worrying about her husband’s knee joints. Her
conversations swing her many moods and I slowly realize how less of 'her' do I
find in her stories, her worries, her dreams.
She is always busy being a
mother while sparing a few thoughtful moments as a wife each day. The
daughter-in-law in her is always on a high alert when in-laws drop by for a
visit and on rare occasions, she revels in being her dad’s daughter all over
again.
She is a science teacher, she
tells me, ‘for class VII to X’ she says almost gloatingly. And although I have
never met her outside this local train compartment, I have absolutely no
difficulty in imagining her as a sweet-stern disciplinarian whom her students
would lovingly remember years down the line.
What is her name? You may ask.
Well,
that’s not really important. And
although I may have met her in a local train compartment; you will see her and
her kind all around you.
She is that lady in your office
who leaves sharp at 6 pm because she has a kid waiting to be picked from
tuitions. She is the one eyeing that unreserved seat in the bus because a
week’s groceries can be really heavy. She is that lady whom you just crossed
paths with but never noticed.
She is your everyday, regular
woman. And no, she may not be very memorable, but she is every bit quite
special.