Am I a machine?

Every morning I wake up as my alarm goes tic -toc. I drag myself unwillingly from the bed, wishing for some more minutes of sleep. Then equally unheartedly I go in the kitchen to start that mundane race, start chopping onions mechanically with my eyes still closed. Later in the day, I think how come i didn’t cut my finger.
The race against time begins. I have to leave home in time. So that i can come back in time. And all the time I am wishing if i could spent a little more time with my little son here.
Then I reach my lab. Here another race begins. I have to finish the cases alloted and the number seems endless.Day in and day out , the log increases. Still, my mind is away wandering over issues i cant change. Somehow i finish my chores and reach home, when the sun has already set.
Those evenings are the best part of my day, but still everything is so mechanical. Prepare the dinner, Get Aadi do his study and wait for hubby to come home.
The night sets in bringing sleep again.
Another day wasted, and i keep wondering Am I a Machine?Every morning I wake up as my alarm goes tic -toc. I drag myself unwillingly from the bed, wishing for some more minutes of sleep. Then equally unheartedly I go in the kitchen to start that mundane race, start chopping onions mechanically with my eyes still closed. Later in the day, I think how come i didn’t cut my finger.
The race against time begins. I have to leave home in time. So that i can come back in time. And all the time I am wishing if i could spent a little more time with my little son here.
Then I reach my lab. Here another race begins. I have to finish the cases alloted and the number seems endless.Day in and day out , the log increases. Still, my mind is away wandering over issues i cant change. Somehow i finish my chores and reach home, when the sun has already set.
Those evenings are the best part of my day, but still everything is so mechanical. Prepare the dinner, Get Aadi do his study and wait for hubby to come home.
The night sets in bringing sleep again.
Another day wasted, and i keep wondering Am I a Machine?

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