Category: Commute
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Notes From A Newly Minted Working Woman
I survey the place around me from my elevated perch. I am on the elliptical chanting Vishnu Sahasranamam while pushing my body to do more, to sweat more. Laddu walks down from the bed. Her hair is mussed, her face unwashed and sticky from sleep. She lazes on the sofa before me. The twins are…
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Kindred spirits
I packed away my earphones, grabbed the umbrella remembering the thunder shower warnings and gave the front seats of my car a last glance before I locked and walked away. Waiting for the elevator, I noticed a gentleman unloading his trunk of a pack of water bottles and mini cupcakes. Potluck breakfast I thought as…
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Serendipity
I parked in the relatively higher level of the parking garage and took my time getting ready to face the blast of cold air that would hit my face the minute I opened the car door. Bracing, I stepped outside and felt energized. Walking briskly, I hit the down arrow and waited for the sole…
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Changes to feel good about
At a traffic stop on my morning commute, strains of music coming from the car stereo took me back a few year. Well! more than a few years. For some strange reason incidents from a decade back when I was content to let people walk over me washed through my mind’s eye. I pressed the…
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Reflections on the rearview
I hit the roadways right in the middle of the rush hour. It takes me a precise 7 minutes to get to the first light. As I make the turn to enter the ramp leading to the highway, I angle my head to glance at the clock. A smile creeps into my face wiping out…