The messages kept popping since midnight .
Ode to awesome, superwomen...mothers, wife, sisters and friends. Old young and middle aged.
She impatiently looked at the clock.
Almost 11 and time to leave for the all ladies meet at a restaurant that's celebrating Womens' Day with a 50% discount on the bill.
Still no sign of the maid. Impatiently she picks up her bag and and phone for the Uber , when the bell rings.
Irritation, impatience, she is ready to vent when she notices a tiny face peeping at her. Her maid with her 3 years old.
- Deri hoye gyalo go didi....Maiya ta kichutei eka thaklo na. Khub bhoy peyeche go. Amader bosti te ekjon k bhoot e dhoreche !! Kyamon korche.
- Ki j bolo !!! Amar deri hochche .
- Omaa ! Tomake ki shundor lagche ...Party achche?
She melts a bit .
- Jao shaban diye shobai haathe dhuye nao. Ja Corona r bhoy !
- Tomake na Kareena r moton dekhte....amar ma bole ...A tiny voice says.
Kareena , Corona now she is all mixed up !
- Kothaye jachcho bolle na to ?
- Aj Nari Dibosh....Amra meyera jachchi...Aj amader meyeder deen.
- Pora kopal ! meyeder abar din hoye naki? Ja hath dhuye ne ar ektu cha kha. Bishkoot achche naki didi?
By now she has forgotten her anger. Looks at her maid and the little girl in their everyday faded clothes. The little one all smiles in getting a cream biscuit and the mother now settled.
She stops a while and takes out a chocolate lying around in the fridge.
Gives it to the girl. She shakes her head and looks at the mother.
Takes a 500 note and gives it to the mother .
Aaj Biriyani khaash...mutton. Bolechili na ichce korche? Aj torao anondo kor !
The incredulous look and she is out to celebrate her joy!
To be a woman 365 days * a lifetime ...would not change it for anything else !
Ode to awesome, superwomen...mothers, wife, sisters and friends. Old young and middle aged.
She impatiently looked at the clock.
Almost 11 and time to leave for the all ladies meet at a restaurant that's celebrating Womens' Day with a 50% discount on the bill.
Still no sign of the maid. Impatiently she picks up her bag and and phone for the Uber , when the bell rings.
Irritation, impatience, she is ready to vent when she notices a tiny face peeping at her. Her maid with her 3 years old.- Deri hoye gyalo go didi....Maiya ta kichutei eka thaklo na. Khub bhoy peyeche go. Amader bosti te ekjon k bhoot e dhoreche !! Kyamon korche.
- Ki j bolo !!! Amar deri hochche .
- Omaa ! Tomake ki shundor lagche ...Party achche?
She melts a bit .
- Jao shaban diye shobai haathe dhuye nao. Ja Corona r bhoy !
- Tomake na Kareena r moton dekhte....amar ma bole ...A tiny voice says.
Kareena , Corona now she is all mixed up !
- Kothaye jachcho bolle na to ?
- Aj Nari Dibosh....Amra meyera jachchi...Aj amader meyeder deen.
- Pora kopal ! meyeder abar din hoye naki? Ja hath dhuye ne ar ektu cha kha. Bishkoot achche naki didi?
By now she has forgotten her anger. Looks at her maid and the little girl in their everyday faded clothes. The little one all smiles in getting a cream biscuit and the mother now settled.
She stops a while and takes out a chocolate lying around in the fridge.
Gives it to the girl. She shakes her head and looks at the mother.
Takes a 500 note and gives it to the mother .
Aaj Biriyani khaash...mutton. Bolechili na ichce korche? Aj torao anondo kor !
The incredulous look and she is out to celebrate her joy!
To be a woman 365 days * a lifetime ...would not change it for anything else !
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