Morning musings

The morning drive was the only inspiration to get up and go to work.'Dum maro dum' played on full blast and she wondered what it would be like really to 'maro' a 'dum'.Could it make her forget herself?Why when she had had numerous opportunities,she didn't try it then?What had stopped her?
So many passages she went through,during that half hour drive.Driving gave her a high,at least that pleasure she could have.In between those passages,she enjoyed the drive.How she wished for a miracle,to give wings to the car and fly her away to some place else..............
Sitting in the staff room,she watched all her collegues.Dressed up in all colours and make up.Could anyone of them guess what she was going through?How perfect were their worlds?How did they manage to generate the energy to carry on living,to adorn themselves and walk so tall?What completed their world............
How could a mother detatch herself and be just hersefl?its not that she didn't have a right,but how could she afford it?