Unto Her Own

She parked the car and took the lift to the third floor of the apartment. The pitch dark hallway came to life with the click of the switch. As a matter of another routine, she walked towards the large window that stretched out beautifully into grayish blue world, dotted admirably with little twinkles and a crescent white.
She took in the gentle breeze and proceeded to wash off her tiredness with a hot shower. Even the peak summers never deterred her from taking the shower hot.
She slipped into her soft pajamas and dethroned the towel from her head. Towelling her hair with gentle caresses, she proceeded to add some vigour to the little exercise. It helped, she thought, to clear her head and shake off the unwanted!

She wasn’t hungry at all. Supper didn’t seem a great idea. But then she had to give in to her upbringing. The fridge contained some chilled buttermilk prepared in the morning. The crushed ginger and mild condiments had worked their magic, tingling her nostrils with the mild flavour. She moved towards the window, and placed the glass on the window sill. She had never gone to bed hungry. Mama's upbringing - Never step out or retire to bed with temper or hunger.

She stood sipping the cool beverage, smiling to herself, remembering her mother's words.
Mama! All she had to do was pick up the phone and speak to her. Pour out. Instead she stood gazing at the beautiful stretch by the window.
Because, she had learnt to fight her own battles.