Long sinewy fingers
Typing furiously
E-mail after e-mail
On a desktop
That is falling apart
A colleague passes by
Tries to attract her attention
She seems to ignore him
And just continues typing
He feels slighted
She does not even know
Her focus is on the word flow
He waits just standing by
At the window watching the sky
His presence does not matter
She appears totally unaware
That he is still around
Hoping for a response or sound
Other than hearing her fingers
Tapping on desktop keys
Finally she is done for the day
She shuts down the computer
Covers the monitor
And, as if in a desperate haste
To run a long race
Moves fast across the floor
Heading towards the door
He chases behind her
But she is too quick
On the street
She beats a hasty retreat
And like a phantom
She vanishes into the crowd
She is just another Mumbai Mom
Who leaves home at an early hour
And returns back late
Only to start working again
For her children and her mate
She has no time for pretensions
Or anyone's unsolicited attentions
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