She packed her things in a bag. There wasn't much stuff as she had always lived in a home, rarely went out and was a classic example of minimalistic living. She turned back the last time the drawers and cupboards lay open but hadn't made much difference. The bed lay sad and lonely. The shining television set was hanging on the wall, her only companion for years crying out miss you. The breeze flowing through the window was dancing with curtains waving her good bye. The house was calm but the emptiness in her heart was making her heartbeats sound louder than drums.
Walking towards the door she thought about the 25 years she had spent in this place. She stepped into the house at that age of 20 dressed in a red bridal saree with a dream in her mind of leading a wonderful life. Every single moment of these 25 years she had invested in the people of this house. She had done all her duties and responsibilities with full responsibility and heart. She had sacrificed her job, family, friends to fulfill the demands of this family. All she did was for them and now what she was left with was ignorance, no respect and loneliness.
Her husband never took her out as then how would he maintain his status by introducing her as a housewife. Her children felt low and never took her to the school meetings as they felt ashamed of her being a housewife. She even didn't remember the last time she had been to a place other than the stores that sold household stuff. She had spent her life doing all the household work from repairing the mixer to paying the bills, from cleaning the house to get the kids studies done, from delivering 2 cute babies to nursing every patient at home. And now she was just a housewife.
She had loved everybody enough but now it was time to be herself. One last time she took a deep
breath, closed the door behind her, placed the keys where she usually hide them and start walking. Yes, she had made her decision now. She wore that smile on her face, waving goodbye in her heart to the people around. She had opened the door to her new life away from the sadness, loneliness and emptiness of this house. With every step she feels her new found confidence building up. She feels like the people all around are cheering up on her decision.
She feels the rays of sun giving her the warmth of energy, the cool breeze a ray of hope, a signal to a better life coming ahead. She noticed an old man sitting on a bench on the pavement reading newspaper. Something written in bold caught her attention. She bend down to take a closer look and it was an advertisement for a woman wanted to supervise the servants and take care of the house and old couple and kids living there. She thought, her time has come. That was what she had excelled herself in doing a quarter of century and doing the same was also going to pay her now. This was her chance, to a new life.....
She noted down the address of the place and caught the bus heading there. Her time had come.....