This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 38; the thirty-eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is "The Woman on Platform Number 10"
Phew! she sighed. An acclaimed athlete that she was, I had never seen her gasping for a breath on the running track as much as I saw her doing now, amidst gulps of water. She had dashed through the arrival lounge straight into the car, leaving the shutter bugs far behind in the trail.
A lot had changed since the time we met first. She was the media’s hot spot now, a far cry, from the girl sporting a bunch of loosely – tied, uncombed hair, clad in a short blouse and a low – waist skirt flowing down till her heels, little exposing her over-sized slippers but… for her glistening eyes.
They were the same since the day I first saw them, epitomising the spirit of life and living against all odds, while I was waiting for my monotonous journey to continue in my forty-fifth year in this busybee world. They were the same since the second her hands were thrust into mine by a distressed soul, with a hurried whisper, “please take care..” only to vanish in the crowd.
They were the same since that moment I realised the woman in me shaping into a mother on this day, a decade ago, amidst the hustle and bustle on that platform no.10 of Chennai railway station, when my footsteps led me to build a home for her.
Today, I feel blessed!