Morning is always the busiest for the moms, we all turn into one fine superwoman who balances everything like a robot. My day's booster is watching my beautiful daughter sleep peacefully. I touch her chubby cheeks and kiss her forehead "I love you, Zia".

I'm struggling with providing her the necessities of life, it's part of my life, and for the first time in my life I'm doing something on my own, making decisions, living an independent life where nobody is there to judge me.

Zia has her temper, she gets out of control sometimes, and handling her becomes challenging. She had got angry issues from her dad. I and her dad were opposite in character, he was loud, I on other hand was the silent type, he being party boy and I being the homebody, he being everyone's favorite and me being the loner. He is the most attractive person and I being the fat ugly duckling.

Every time I look at Zia, I remember him every single day; she is his replica, and feel it's him who is watching me. She is pretty mature for her age; she doesn't cry for silly things; doesn't make me feel blue for not being able to provide for her. She deserves a beautiful family, deserves all the happiness, and not a single-handed struggling mom who is tiring to meet the end of daily life. But we both are enough for each other.

Morning for me is a huge duty; I wake up every day before sunrise, prepare breakfast and lunch for me and Zia. Sweep and mop the whole house, because then in the evening it becomes difficult to wind the things up. The routine that follows is waking up Zia, who does a lot of tantrums in the morning. After crying and grumping for some time, she gets ready; feed her breakfast and then send her to school. Then pack my bag and lunchbox, get ready, catch the regular bus and reach the office on time.

My workplace is a very lavish place, it's a fashion house and I'm secretary to Mr. Khanna, who has taught me many things. I Don't have many friends because come-on who would like to be friends with an old maid. They are all cool chicks, living a beautiful life, they choose to ignore me. On top of it, I'm plus size, wear spectacles and most of them around here are size zero and elegant personality.

It's not that I love wearing saree but frankly, that's the only thing that makes me look good, it's affordable and can't spend more money on my clothes because of the limited fund and to look presentable a simple lipstick to complete the look.

"Hey, Vasuda, why do you come to the office dressed so shabby? Darling you need to join the gym; you know you need to look good even if you are a widow" one of my colleagues says. I ignore her as usual and hear them giggling and knock-on sir's office.

"Come in" I hear him say.

I enter to see my boss; he is a 60-year-old guy, with a lot of white hair and a smiling face.

"So Vasuda, everything set for today's meeting?"

"Yes sir" I reply while arranging the files on the table.

"You are so good, always punctual, what would I do without you?" he replies smiling.

"Sir you would do perfectly fine without me" I reply.

"Vasuda you keep me organized and you know that" he replies I can see the warmth in his eyes.

I smile, "Yes sir".

"By the way, my son will be joining our company tomorrow onwards and you're the only lady who I can trust, so you will be his secretary, can't trust on these office ladies"

"Yes sir, I will be personally looking into the matter"

The whole day goes in arranging meetings, being Ignorant to the people who try to put me down. After the regular office timing end, I reach the café to work, it's a 3 hours job. Not having any other alternative but to put my daughter in day-care, I want to see her grow up, to listen to her nonstop talks, see her draw but most important is I need to work that I can provide her with everything. By 8:00 pm, I reach home to my life, to my Zia.