She was five years old, when her mother first asked
her to venture out on the crowded streets of Mumbai alone. Joyful but cautious,
she navigated the narrow by-lanes, being careful not to step in dung. She’d
been previously burned by this mistake. As she approached her favorite candy
shop she slowed her pace down. Consumed by the monumental decision of what she
wanted. After all she was only allowed a single piece of candy. Even at a
tender age of 5 she didn’t let gluttony get the better of her. Discipline. For
she knew a slight misstep and months of building trust be ruined. She had
bigger dreams than fruit filled centered sugary treats.
30 minutes later she returned with a lollipop and 8
rupees in exact change. Her mother beaming with pride said she could have
another hour this evening with her dolls. She went on triumphantly to her play
pen. Barbie and Ken were waiting there as usual.
She’s twenty five today and works relentlessly to
prove her mettle. Her boss, oblivious to her efforts, walks by her desk,
dumping another set of files to be reviewed. Frustrated, she glances at them
knowing very well it’s another late night at the office. Her cellphone starts
to buzz: “Ma calling”. The flashing screen beckoning her to answer. She does. A
worried voice on the other side asks “Would you be home for dinner at least?” A
smile breaks the once tensed face and she then says “I’m trying my best”. “Well
that’s what counts” – is the response. Later that night she tries to sneakily
enter, like when she was 15, to a table set up with dinner and a note that said
–
And here’s something sweet for trying your best –
Love, Ma. And there lay this lollipop with a strawberry filled center.
