Walking through those roads
All the memories sprung back
Memories of the times olden
Memories of the times golden

Times, when, worries were few
And everything seemed new
Everyday, there was something new to learn
A new experience, a new learning, she earned.

But now,
In her monotonous life,
She struggles
To keep herself alive.
Feeling like a zombie,
She follows her routine
But at the end of the day,
She knows
This wasn't how
She had imagined her life to be.

'Small small steps',
Her heart whispers
And she stands yet again
To rejuvenate herself
And to live her life.

She vows to find happiness
Even in the dull routine
And happiness she finds
In the laughter of her children
In the aroma of the curries
In the crisp pages of novels
In the few moments caught for her herself

Small steps and small moments...
The key to a happy life

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18.02.2023