I am flying high, over Bangaloreâ€™s rooftop restaurants, listening to â€˜What if God was one of us?â€™ and drinking the best of coffee the world can offer me. A migratory bird passes me by, â€œNice Outfit!â€ it cries, I understand the birdy language. I am Superwoman.
After my flight I reach down, pick up my children from the Day Care. By now my super powers are at the mercy of the grumbling auto driver. After a mandatory wash, I settle my children at home. And as I feed my son, I answer all the hundred questions that my daughter has for me. I am Superwoman!
The front door swings open and my cooks enter â€“ â€œKya bananeka, madam?â€, the older sister asks. â€œGreek Saladâ€, I wanna say but thenâ€¦. I point to the nicely laid out vegetables and dal soaking in water; on the kitchen platform. When did I do that!? Just between helping my daughter with her dress and getting my son out of the play pen. I am Superwoman!
The glory, routine and excitement of the night goes on and I take off again â€¦â€¦!
Morning comes with shrill cries and just as the bai calls a day off, I pack my lunch, select my perfume, choose from my collection of earrings and just a couple of minutes to apply the perfect line of kajal and I am ready for office ! But hey I need to take out the garbage too! I am Superwoman.
Meeting a friend at the mall, planning a birthday party, getting the sink fixed, oh the cutie photographs of my angels, all done now I am off to the art fair!!! Do I fly no I need to carry my 2 children. Seat Belts please !!! I am Superwoman.
Girl friends, enthu - I dance to â€˜Auntie Monicaâ€™, hair spa and the perfect chicken briyani, lessons on cleanliness and adorable paintings on the wall. No my children donâ€™t watch TV. Socializing with neighbours and volunteering for the society â€“ but you are a mother and a home maker.
I am a mother and a home maker â€“ I am a Superwoman.