I’m leaving for my Masters in a month and figured I’d spend some time with my father before I leave. He’s off to work early and I’m home alone until dusk. I’ve been cooking, washing vessels, cleaning the house and trying to stay productive. All this work keeps me occupied and it feels like a lot of work sometimes. Until now I’ve never realised the importance of the fact that my mother had given up her career to take care of us and manage the house, and has been doing it for decades now. I sit on the window sill and contemplate a mother’s patience & perseverance, and the things she sacrifices, for her family’s well being.