When Life Stops Being A Mirror and Turns into A Glass

Sitting at the window panel of her apartment on a Sunday morning, Simran could barely see anything but a flooded playground across the road. 7th floor offered a great view of the downpour and a lot of cool breeze to be enjoyed with a hot cup of tea at 6 am; and Simran never missed a chance to enjoy this moment. In the racing life of Mumbai, she always felt like stopping and enjoy the little moments that life had to offer. A nine to six job gave her a lot of success but took away the joy of enjoying some precious moments with her loved ones. Marketing job doesn’t allow you to indulge in anything else but work. Her laptop was her constant companion which went with her practically everywhere; her honeymoon, to the hospital for the delivery of her child and also on all the family vacations. Having grown up in a lower middle-class family with a widowed mother, Simran soon realised the importance of work and money. The dreams of a successful life were seen with open eyes and she was ready to pay every bit of what needed to achieve her goals until she realized that the cost of them were crossing her affordability limits.

A hectic job like this didn’t seem to bother her even after her marriage for Vikram, her husband, was a pilot and had to travel a lot for work. While she did not have to be answerable to anyone for the odd work timings. But the arrival of a child changed a lot in the life and mind of Simran. The values of her dreams felt too small in front of her child. A maternity leave of 6 months brought a great change in Simran. While the work didn’t stop, nor did she let it suffer even a bit, but now the happiness of playing with baby Kavish felt way more valuable than achieving any work target. The otherwise hectic life had now turned to be insane. While the baby needed most of her time, her work commitments took way the rest. While Simran had the option of taking 6 months of her maternity leave, she opted for working from home for she didn’t want to miss the promotion that she was expecting soon. The decisions taking post-delivery were getting too hard to accomplish post-partum but she left no stone unturned to do give her best at all fronts. There hardly were days when she didn’t cry in shower but never did, she ever, let the world or even her husband see her tears. The amount of work and mental load had simply taken away her smile while her postpartum depression was not realised by the world around her. The otherwise cheerful girl now seemed to be irritated in all the situations and on everyone, yet her mental conditions were not really understood by anyone, nor even her husband. Vikram was having a tough time at work while the conditions at home were no better. The survival stress at work and the sad & depressed face of Simran at home make him feel helpless and irritated. The graph of arguments in a month was rising at high a pace and every little conversation between them ended at a bitter note.

Soon the maternity leaves were over and Simran resumed her office while Viram took care of baby Kavish along with searching for a new job and preparing for his PHD thesis. The previous airlines company was declared bankrupt overnight and thousands of employees were left jobless. Now being the only person working in the family, Simran’s responsibilities, stress levels and the need to work harder ascended. While time had turned the tables for both Vikram & Simran, soon did they realise how the other person might have felt a few months back.

Sometimes life becomes a mirror where you only can see yourself. And the day that mirror turns into a clear glass for you to see the other side too, situations starts getting better.

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