She walked down the footpath which was deserted in the early hours of the morning. To her left, she saw a closed shop, with a banner which said, "Opening shortly!" with a smiling face imprinted below the words. She wondered whether that meant that it was to open in the day, or that the shop hadn't officially opened yet. After pondering upon it for about two minutes, she chose the latter option and continued walking; curiosity killed her.
A passerby may have, ironically, wondered what she was doing there at that hour. If asked, her answer would be, "I don't know, thinking maybe?" She was like that, closed. She liked to spend time alone; reading, taking solitary walks. She was a woman with many social responsibilities to keep, that of being a wife, a daughter-in-law, a mother, a friend, a colleague, a teacher and so on. She didn't get time for herself, except for such mornings where she woke up early due to a nightmare.
She took a look at her watch. Twenty minutes till she had to drop her child to school. She started heading back.
As she began going back home, she remembered herself. The small girl who loved to paint. The teenager who loved to gossip with her friends and sit in secluded corners and read. The college girl who was given awards for her merit and achievements. The graduate who was sought out by the best of employers.
Only memories of this past remained in the lady who had to sacrifice herself for the happiness of society and family.
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