Getting ready to go back...

Am awaiting the orders of posting to go back to coimbatore....
Leaving the ever alive Mumbai isnt going to be easy...
I love walking on the streets of south mumbai with its tall buildings and the ever busy pavements.
Never get tired of admiring Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus...
you dont find time running up and down catching local trains..but waiting for the train sometimes I look up to admire the windows the stonework and what not...
Inside the train is another story altogether...
20 years back while travelling in the train, I used to see women cutting vegetables to make food after reaching home..but today I find no one doing that...Yes women of the second class compartments have progressed that much...They read mumbai mirror and midday..or sing and chat...All of them probably have help at home...the life styles having improved one can afford to have help for cooking..Am happy for them.
Will miss all that...the energy of the mumbai women..A pregnant lady boarding the train is a sight one cannot miss anywhere..full blown pregnency doesnt stop them from jumping inside the train before it stops..it is a tact..and they have it...Kudos to the women of mumbai...for successfully tackling the home , work and children too...

I feel am a misfit here..The rush and the stress is killing me..and hence the decision to move.
One can never ask this question " what to do now" in mumbai, there is no time to ponder for anything. Three years flew past in no time...

Don't know what changes await me at coimbatore...keeping my fingers crossed...

Not easy to believe but a truth

World celebrates International Womens' day on March 8th.It is a celebration which reminds us how far the women of today have progressed.
Next day I had a shock talking to the lady who helps me with the house work. Her name is Munni. She doesnt know her age. She looked to be in her thirties...
She is already a grandmother.. but doesnt know how old her children are..
Munni is separated from her husband .Her daughter too is separated from her husband.
Her young son helps her run the house working in a garage..

Felt ashamed to hear the story. We claim to have achieved so much, but unless each and every life around us is improved we cannot participate in the success.. Am thinking what I can do to help Munni..I can give her money, but that will not change her status.
Still that is something better than not doing anything at all.