The priceless gift:
It was 7.30pm when the Day ended for Ahalya at the office. The days' were of 9hours duration in the office for a superintendent of a private limited company. Return from office when the traffic turned out to be hectic was again tiring. It was a certain peculiar automation for the limbs as she boarded the metro train and alighted from it. Most of the sub-lanes were silent. With homeward rushing feet, her mind too was in motion...What is there for dinner at home? Her son's PTA meeting to be attended. The unattended files in the office to be completed before the half yearly auditing. The medicines to be purchased for her ailing mother. To console her better half about the lagging transfer files... With all thoughts in and out the mind....she did not realise that she had reached right in front of her house. ...